I wish I was cool like you, man.

Hrmm. I wonder if I go ahead with my devious little plan if it'll be worth the aggrivation that will come of it. On the other hand, I like the idea. Hmm. I guess it'll depend on outside factors.

Speaking of outside factors, there's a hurricane out there and apparently defying conventional logic, there will be loops and other death defying tricks and come Monday, Ophelia will be bitchslapping the Georgia/Carolinas. Good times. I should probably pretend to pay attention, but my eyes glaze over when they start talking about hurricanes and projected paths when I've since learned that for the most part this is code for, "not a damn clue!" Anyway, if I'm lucky it'll do whatever it's going to do before I work Tuesday. If I'm super unlucky, Ophie will appear when I have to spend the morning outside scanning packages. :p Unless they make me haul things. That would blow. Um, anyway.

Work was uneventful except for Mr. Bitches being called studmuffin. *yawn*

Oh, no new mags at work except the TV Guide. Which begs the annual bitchfit:
Dear TV people,
Why do you guys find a time slot [usually two of them] and one day [almost always Tuesdays these days, though Thursdays are frequently a bitch. But you've explained Thursdays] and cram all the good shows into that timeslot? Would it fucking kill you guys to spread the love a bit? This might not bug me as much, only those of us with TV/VCR combos? Can't watch and record different shows. :p

Is it sad that I've come to see certain actors as television poison? As much as I might like them, I've run out of fingers to count their failed shows on. Sadness.

Autumn weather is always odd, especially so early in September, but I refuse to complain.

Oh, and my favoritest author is currently MaryJanice Davidson. Alaska is a country.