OH MY GOD!

OOOOH!!!!!

Aaaah

It's amazing how a little cash infusion can brighten the gloom of a Tuesday's soul-dampening powers.

Bonuses were distributed today. Woo-hoo! It wasn't huge, but every little bit helps.

It'll take the edge off of the credit card bills.

It's been a surprisingly-nice day. I've come to terms with a few things that have been bugging me of late. Again, cash helps with the mood.

Even the headache of the email portions of my game are settling into a dull roar. I think my group has just hit a burn-out point and has nothing else to say until our next meeting.

Fine with me, I guess. This concludes in June, one way or the other and this is going back on the shelf for a while. This particular setting exhausts me and I had a last-minute person join which is making me scramble to change plot and... oh you don't care.

At this point, I don't really care either.

Ah drinking songs

Nothing is more fun to listen to in the wee hours of the morning.

Yes, I'm still listening to Great Big Sea's rendition of "Drunken Sailor".

Good times.

And it's raining! In June! In California!

Life amuses.

Classic

One of the songs on these albums is "Drunken Sailor", a classic!

Ah memories.

I can remember in college hitting a local watering hole with my friend AJ. We'd polished off a couple of pitchers of Newcastle and a local folk duo started singing "Drunken Sailor".

It's a catchy tune, especially if you're three sheets to the wind.

AJ and I joined in the singing.

We couldn't sing. Seriously. Tortured cats sound better.

We didn't care.

That's pretty much the only thing I can remember of that evening...

Spinning the Wheel

It amazes me how lucky I am and often how lucky I can be.

I beat a horrible line at the supermarket today, then after depositing groceries away, I caught a train into Berkeley just as the doors were about to close.

Go me!

BART then announced delays. When I left the station, the delays were 20 minutes. When I got back, there was a train stuck at the platform going the opposite direction of where I was headed.

And the delays were announced as up to 40 minutes.

So what happens? BART decides to send the waiting train back... in my direction.

What's that mean for me? No waiting!

Woo-hoo!

So I get home and find in my 'fridge leftover pie from last night!

Yeah, baby!

I found a slight dark cloud over my head in that I lost something off my keychain that's pretty impossible to replace, but I can't find the missing bit and that's that. Instead, I uploaded the three Great Big Sea albums I got today and am enjoying Canadian-folksy goodness.

W00t!

Jelly Babies Redux

Now that I've eaten most of the bag of Jelly Babies, I must say they improve after the first one and are much better than I remember.

I think they're making me hallucinate, though.

Mirror Mirror on the blog...

My subconscious spent last night beating the crap outta me. First it started with a reaction to a Hell Girl episode that disturbed and outraged me.

Then it nagged me about work.

My subconscious nagged me over my job. WTF?

Yes. Disturbing dreams. I don't feel as though I got much in the way of useful sleep.

I got into work in the wee hours this morning (about an hour and a half ago...) and found an odd little paper bag on my chair.

In said bag were jelly babies.

For those not "in the know", jelly babies are a British snack made famous in the 1970's by Tom Baker's stint as the Doctor in "Doctor Who".

They taste mildly-awful, like much of the edible stuff that comes from Britain.

Oh, please don't be offended Britain! I love your beers and your comedy. Your food tastes pretty awful, though.

Still, having nerd candy greet me first thing in the morning makes for a fun start.

Oh God... it's June already.

Half the year just vanished in a blink.