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Work is better. The headache project has been largely fixed so that it's not a headache. The boss is leaving me alone mostly. I may need to work more hours to get all the new projects done, and she says that's okay, but I'm already here every day she is (she doesn't want me here when she's not), and I stay until she leaves. More hours would mean coming in earlier, which is fine, and I need the money, but it still means getting up very early in the morning (like 5:15am), which I haven't had to do in a while. Oh, well. We'll see.

Yesterday was glorious. Only did what I wanted -- played on Usenet and in email and on LJ, cooked a nice lunch, made jelly. Excellent day. Never got dressed. Hung around in sexy panties and slippers most of the day, getting smooched and nibbled at random intervals. My life really is difficult, can't you tell?

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My co-workers are from all over the world, so I went to tell them about the latest quake.

The petty dictator's response: "I hate to say this, but it's the earth's form of birth control."

Me: "Maybe in the grand scheme of things, but the little babies and families that die don't know that."

Sometimes I feel like an alien here.