Still Worth It

There's something to be said about having a two-drink limit, but none of it is good. I'm a cheap date, anyway.

Four hours of sleep and a hangover later, here I am. Head pounding, stomach (settling down now after my egg and cheese sandwich) rolling - after two pints of Guinness. >.O

Somewhere, Ben Sanderson is laughing at me.

My psyche woke me up this morning, wanting to talk:

My Subconscious: I miss grandpa.
Me: Grandpa died when we were 2 and a half.
MS: But our memories of him are really good, though, huh?
Me: Shut up, I'm too hung over to be having this discussion right now.

(Yeah, you had to be there.)

There is no update on the work front, since no report has been written, and probably won't be for at least a week (at this rate, it could be 3 weeks before I know anything concrete). *scream face* Psychological torture - just another aspect of staff development at the library! However, my HR contact at the other library came in last night, and there are positive forces at work on the job front. Wish me luck!

I'm getting my hair did today, it's going to warm back up (hello, bicycle!), and I have the day off. Life? Not so bad. :-)