Harumph! I ended up working late Friday, until about 9 or 9:30. Of course I went out to the Loft until 2am this morning instead of going to bed like I should. I left work with things pending, and I told everyone I'd be back at 7 or 8am; I came in at 10. Oh well. It's a good thing I came in; there were errors on the website. We "push" our main web changes Sunday night at 11:59pm to go live first thing Monday morning. For reasons I'd rather forget (though none of them my fault, of course), information that wasn't supposed to be up until Monday went live, so I had to rebuild all our pages for our Consumer segment and repromote those to go live immediately once done in QA.

Anyway, I'm still here at work; Troy's picking me up in 1/2 hr, so I'm not doing anything else for work (that's why I'm posting more than a few sentences for the first time in 3...4...weeks). I've worked 31 hours of overtime this week - woohoo! Getting a car is getting more feasible! I should do that, but I'm so tempted to get a computer finally. Or a desk. Or the responsible thing: pay off bills (I'm almost default on my student loan). But tonight, I think I shall buy a playstation or something - I'm really in the mood to play final fantasy or something. I was thinking earlier about Super Mario Brothers and how much I loved that game. I also thought of Street Fighter II; this game came out 10 years ago when I was in 8th grade. I remember thinking back in 1991 how awesome and cool that game was, and in retrospect it's somewhat antiquated.

I am really not looking forward to my birthday this month (as opposed to my birthday any other month). That reminds me: Dee Ann caught an oxymoron I was in the process of making. I was talking to her canceling our plans Thursday night to go out while typing an email to several co-workers describing the current conundrum I was thus far caught in. I read as I typed the email: "and I'm a bit overwhelmed..." trying to find the right word for exhausted without sounding melodramatic, and Dee Ann immediately pointed out my oxymoron. That's okay; I catch her on things like that too; we're both grammatically pedantic. I still have to find out why she isn't posting here.

As I was saying before my stream of conscious writing took a turn, I'm not excited about turning 23. My Grandmother's birthday would have been in 2 days, always a week before mine. So I'm kind of down about that, not to mention having to substitute a "3" for my comfortable "2."