Man, this week has just crawled by.

Between the heat and the fact that there is absolutely bugger all to do at work, but for avoiding people who want checks and a bunch of piddly things that we tend to put off because they are boring and tiresome, and now is the time to do them because of all of our regular work that we can't do because of end of quarter, but we're still not doing them because they are still more boring and tiresome than staring into space and going to the bathroom a hundred times a day just for something to do.

And there is nothing that can make a week drag more than having nothing to do, but not being able to pull out a book or start knitting, because I'm at work and something work-y might magically occur and need my attention. I even have been taking hour-long lunches just to make the day pass quicker, though that means that I have to stay later in the evening, but no-one is there then, so there is less pressure not to look so slack.

I managed to stay until 7.50p last night by lashing myself to the chair, otherwise I would have dived out the door at 5.28p just like everyone else, but I did no overtime this week, and if I want to be able to live on my next paycheck, I had better do all of my straight time.

This heat is something else, too. It's fine while I'm at work, I don't even much mind it when I'm home, even though I live next to the washing machines and Fran has been doing laundry like every damn minute this week, because clearly it's not hot enough, we need the steamy laundry heat as well, but when I lay down to go to bed, that's when it gets nasty.

Even when it's not so hot, I find it difficult to sleep without covers, and covers are just out of the question now. The cats aren't sleeping well, either, because Baldrick likes to sleep on top of me, but only if I am under the covers, he does not want to touch my nasty sweaty skin, and honestly, who can blame him, so he spends the night tromping around, trying to get comfortable.

Monty is currently going through a phase of needing to sleep on the pillow next to my head, which I do not entirely appreciate in this weather, but even less do I appreciate his noticing that I am awake and starting up his motorboat purr all enthusiastically right in my damn ear.

Also, if I get up to go to the bathroom, and if I wake up in the night I invariably do, he must leap off the pillow in terror, because he cannot possibly stay in the same room as Baldrick without my being near, which means that when I go back to bed there is the coming back and the settling down and the stepping on my hair and the purring some more, and then I'm just totally awake.

Elvis is the only cat who can just go to sleep on the chair at my desk and not make any trouble all night long, just kind of blink at me as I pass him on my fourth trip to the bathroom, and believe me when I say that I am thrilled for it.

Aren't cats supposed to be standoffish? Who are these cats that cannot live without constant contact in my constant presence?

It's nice to be popular, but I could do with a little more sleep instead.

Continuing my Big V obsession, I watched Household Saints the other night. Or at least half of it. Probably the whole point of the movie comes in the second half, but the second Lili Taylor showed up all saintly and pale, and V and Tracy Ullman were stuck in bad middle-aged makeup, it couldn't hold my interest.

And I like Lili Taylor, but the story of Tracy and Vince as young marrieds was the story that I was interested in, especially V in a wife-beater with his hair all curly, flirting with all the women and saying "Marron!"--once Lili showed up, I could tell that that was gone gone baby and I decided to move on with my life.

I never claimed not to be shallow. Good thing, huh?

Today's horoscope:
You need to affect the big scene. Contribute to the world, share an ideal, further a cause, give to charity or do something to make a difference.

One year ago today:
All of them were interviewed equally, and they all seem to have an air of being comfortable in their skin, which is the greatest gift that a parent can give a child, the gift of knowing who they are.

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