Man, do I ever hate sitting on the left side of the plane. I keep forgetting, I am left handed, it's not so squishy and odd sitting on the right side, aisle seat, so that my big pointy elbow can aim out into the aisle.

As you may have guessed, I am writing this on the plane, watching The Limey in the small upper corner of my screen, hoping that the battery doesn't run out before the movie does.

They have decided that they want to serve us tomato-basil bagels. Who are these people who think that tomatoes and basil belong in a bagel? Man, have they gotten chintzy with the food on planes these days. I had a tiny bowl of Wheaties on the flight to Denver. They don't want us to riot with hunger, but neither do they want us to get any bigger, what with the seats only being a foot wide and all.

Usually, when I'm writing an entry, I write about yesterday, about the day before I am writing it, but here there is no yesterday, because I didn't go to bed. I have been up for 30 hours now, and am getting just the tiniest bit loopy.

Let me try anyway.

So yesterday, Friday, I was half-way to work before realizing that the two things that I absolutely had to have to live through the day, the two hundred extra Christmas cards and The Raccoon's present, I had skipped blithely away from the house without, so I when I got in I called Cynthia right away to try to talk her into running into the city and bringing them to me, but she could only manage to come in slightly early before her show. I decided to take what I could get.

The Raccoon gave me Gladiator on DVD, as I expected, a gift certificate for Colosseum, our local book store, and an extremely funny winter hat. This takes care of my birthday and last Xmas as well, since the presents that she got for me before had been stolen out of her car. She was very pissed that they took the gift certificate. She doubted that the thieves would use it.

She also got me my end-of-year review, which I have never gotten before. It went okay, and I hope that I don't get screwed on my raise. She spent most of it complaining about her review, which she thinks is unjust. I agreed, and not only because I'd rather hear her talk about that than about the things that I could do to improve my performance.

I had to fill out this sheet a couple weeks ago, straight out of Human Resources For Dummies, asking stupid questions like "What were your major accomplishments this past year?" I answered that I hadn't killed anybody yet. It didn't seem to colour my review particularly. I do enjoy working at a place that knows me and doesn't get their knickers in a twist over remarks like that.

I stayed at work until 11p, sending out those last gifts and Xmas cards. I had 23 left over. Somebody please remind me next year that I need 500 right at the start!

Also, I was working, of course, trying to finish everything that needed finishing before the Great Trip West. I think that I sent everything out that needed to be looked at before January. One can only hope. But at this point, if I didn't, hey, that's life!

Hopefully, others at The Company That Must Not Be Named will feel the same.

I got home at midnight.

I realized that I had to go to the supermarket and get all the cat food and litter for while I was gone, do all of the laundry because the washer and dryer at my Mom's house is busted, do the dishes, take out the garbage, clean, o, and pack. All this and leave the house at 6.30a, so I decided that not going to bed at all was the better part of valour.

And it wasn't bad. I cut a swath through my house that you would not believe, since I had to clean in order to find several things that I needed to pack, not to mention the fact that I thought that Cynthia might like a clear bit of floor to walk across on her way to feed them bad kitties.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I don't mind living in filth, I just don't much want to leave it behind.

I only started to crash about five minutes before leaving the house. This didn't bode well for the actual trip, but hey, it was either that or leave the dishes to rot for two more weeks. Which I would probably do were I staying, frighteningly enough.

Today's horoscope:
Caring and being cared for are in focus. Take action on domestic matters, or devote energy to emotional commitments.

One year ago today:
Eat my dust, Jen.

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