So yesterday I looked in the mirror and I had my hair in bunches to keep it off my neck and I was wearing my stripey coveralls and I realized that I looked like a toddler on growth hormones. It was as though I was trying to pass for a younger woman and the age I was going for was 3.

There's a new Russian Systems guy at work (they're mostly Russian round our way) and every time I see him at work late, I always say "It's 8.30, go home!" and he laughs, and now I say it no matter what time it is "It's 11.30 in the morning, go home!" and he laughs and laughs.

It's fun to have a joke with someone who doesn't really speak English. They're an easy audience.

You know that old saw "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"? Well, it's a crock. Sometimes the enemy of your enemy is such an asshole that you begin to feel sorry for your original enemy.

I hate that.

Hooray!
Apparently, Yahoo is going to update my URLs and add me to the journals listing!

I've only been asking since October...

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