My problem with my idiot coworker is that he quite literally can not troubleshoot his way out of a wet paper bag. I am really, really tired of the constant interruptions to help him solve some small thing that he should be able to do. That any half-smart, functioning adult should be able to solve. Combined with his jags of boring, insipid chattiness, it's like he's just here to waste my time.
Pandora is so weird. My station is set up for music similar to: Amy Rigby, Dale Watson, Drag The River, Lucinda Williams, Old 97's, Ryan Bingham, Son Volt, and The Avett Brothers. So when it gives me Uncle Tupelo or The Cowboy Junkies or Lyle Lovett it makes sense to me. The Grateful Dead and Weezer, however, don't seem to fit so well.
I know this coming storm is the last, dying gasp of winter. I am not bothered by that, as the end is so clearly in sight that it's hard not be excited about impending spring. But damn, I am cold and I am tired of being cold. Also I find it relatively unfair that last year on this date it was 71 °F and today it's 34 °F. Oh, March, you and your crazy ways! All teasing with spring, and then running rowdily around and throwing snow. So silly. Get on out of here so we can have the best month of April. Hmm, maybe April is so fantastic that we can stand to wait through March craziness. Still though, March, why can't you be more like April?
52 days until my birthday. I have updated my Amazon wishlist. Mostly for my mom because I don't think anyone but her and my grandma look at it. I also have an Etsy favorites list. I am not soliciting gifts, and I certainly don't expect them from my friends, but if you are so inclined, I encourage you to buy something handmade from Etsy. Really though, if you want to spend money, you can buy something I made and give it to someone else for my birthday. Spread the love.
Daylight saving time sucks and is entirely pointless. My favorite part of the article is the last line. That's some crack journalism right there.
Speaking of crack, Jezebel.com. Condensed, compressed, intelligent coverage of trashy, pointless tabloid news. I love it so much.
I have received 27 text messages in the last 2 hours and 43 minutes. I love my friends.