So, I had this wonderful post started about how I was in a funk this week, and how life just kinda sucked and I was generally depressed. But I deleted it..obviously.

Tonight I'm not in my funk.

Nor am I generally depressed, nor does life suck. Life, in all it's glory, is actually really nice today.

Well, today at work sucked. One of my dept. heads told me I might run out of things to do because he'd already filled everything.... and I should just maintain it.

I’ve been super tired all week because I’ve been out of my happy pills and so the last thing I needed was for work to be busy. But it was. Well, it wasn’t busy it was more of a steady-enough-to-be-annoying. There is a big difference, I suppose.

I must say, the person I worked with until 6 tonight isn’t playing with a full deck. He’s a few pancakes short of a short stack, and it shows after I worked with him today, but it doesn’t usually show. I’m not quite sure what I expected, but it wasn’t what I got.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good worker and all, but the man can’t remember anything for shit.

Literally. I went to lunch at 4, and he went on a 15 minute break. We were talking, before we went, about how we needed to fill lettuce. I asked him if he wanted me to do it before I went to lunch, and he said no, that he’d do it when he got back from break. I was like, ok, cool beans. ‘Cept when I got back from break head lettuce still wasn’t filled. As a matter of fact, it was empty. Completely. Totally.So, I ask him what’s up, and he’s like, well, head lettuce is empty, so I think I’ll fill it.

Needless to say, I was frustrated.

So after he left I just kept things filled and cut more corn. Should I even mention my wrists and hands are just about useless right now??

Anyway, j was in a wonderful mood when I came home. I always love it when he’s in a good mood, because he tends to put me in a good mood.

And tonight I had good reason to be in a good mood.

Momma got some lovin’. W00t!!

Not that any of you want to know, but usually j and my schedules conflict so that there’s not really any time for it. When I come home from work, he’s asleep. When he leaves for work, I’m asleep. When he gets home I’m at work.

It sucks. Truly.

I won’t tell you how it happened, or what happened, but it was past due. For both of us.

Anyway, being as no one ever reads this blog anyway I figure it doesn’t really matter anymore what I say or worry about it being too personal because… well, no one ever reads it. LoL.