I see from a cursory review of this blog that I have not actually inflicted the minutia of last week's household accomplishments upon you!

(Just in time...sanity kicks in. Not even I find the prospect of listening to me whine because a bathroom floor cleaned on Monday needs to be cleaned again on Sunday enticing. And while I have, indeed, installed the World's Most Beautimous Shelf Paper in the kitchen, I can't think that the state of my drawers is really of earth-shaking importance. My satisfaction at being able to trot back and forth between the bedroom and the living room without tripping over anything can be of no interest to anyone but myself, either.)

A friend came by to visit the apartment early last week and commented on how the neighborhood has declined since she met me. I know that, but I'm far too lazy to move. Occasionally the idea of having 1-1/2 or 2 times the space almost seduces me, but in the end, sheer inertia keeps me in place.

Sigh. It's 3:30. I've made it through most of the day.

I finally demanded that Buehler produce some work for me to do. At the moment, he doesn't have anything but some financial stuff I can help with. I ceased balancing my checkbook in 1993, not because I’m lazy, but because I'm hopeless with even the simplest math. Still. It will help fill the hours, right? And, like most "administrative" work, it's mostly making copies and mailing stuff and filing. It's probably better that Buehler pays me to do this than that he continues to pay the part-time person he hired. He might start wondering if he could do without me, you know?

That may and/or may not be a proper use of "notwithstanding" but I don't care. It's a good word. Not as good as pursuant, which is the best word, but a good word.

I also suspect that it's redundant to type, "and/or" but whatever.

It's a reflection of how bored I am that these things are starting to worry me.

Kormantic assures me that she's been working on a particular story for over a year, making my DS effort a non-starter in the slow-moving department, but I strongly suspect that when she completes her effort, it will be longer and have more, you know, actual story in it than my stuff tends to. Still, I appreciate the support.

Another sales person just ignored the "no soliciting" sign on our door. I guess this guy figured it was okay because he was buying, not selling, but we don't actually sell our used office equipment and supplies to people who walk in the door and ask for it, so he can go be weird somewhere else.

Boredom also makes me cranky.

I sent Coco an e-mail and finally heard back from her today. We're going to get together after work next week. It will be fun to get caught up, I haven't seen her in four months. Much as I like Buehler...and much as I dread the prospect of yet another start-up company that won't last a year, I may ask her if they're hiring.

Of course, it would be a pity to leave now. Buehler is going to be out for most of August. No point in changing jobs when I can goof off without disturbing anyone, right?

I mean, in terms of Recent Cool Purchases, I bought a roll of Post-It paper. A roll. It's way cool. It's about 10 inches wide and about 10 yards long. I can rip off a huge section and use it as a kind of "desk blotter" to doodle on. Or write on an oversized chunk and stick it on the back of the front door at home to remind me of things. Or tear off a small strip and hide it under my keyboard, using it to practice sketching on when no one is looking. Imagine the fun I could have!

Some people, you say of them, "they're a child at heart." Me, I'm just immature.

I stole a pen today.

I mean, I didn't steal steal it. I haven't carried it out of the office or anything. But it's a neato pen and I found it on the supply shelves, so I smuggled it to my desk. (Why 'smuggled'? Don't ask me. If anyone wanted it, it wouldn't have been on the supply shelves. Maybe I'm just trying to add drama to my drab existence.)

In terms of excitement since my last update five hours ago, that's pretty much it.