Post-Survivor Bullets

• I am pretty psyched about Survivor tonight. I haven't really been too married to this season, but the characters are really becoming caricatures of real people, and you know I can dig the drama.


• I'm not going to make productivity this week. Eh. Ain't no thang after my 34hour week.


• Coworker Gina's grandfather died. She went upstate last weekend so they could throw him a 90th birthday celebration and she said that she thought it was the last time she would ever see him. Apparently he was so bad off that she ended up not coming home at the end of the weekend. She stayed, and he died on Tuesday night. Poor Gina. I should do something nice for her.


• Coworker Grace is having some pottery shown at an Open Studio in Cambridge. A bunch of us have talked about going to the opening. Funny, when did I become attached to these people?


• Speaking of, another coworker who is fairly new confided some stuff to me today. It was kind of nice. She's an interesting woman, kind of runs hot/cold with some people, but seems to like me. It's nice to be liked, even if all I ever do is call her old and a drug czar and stuff.


• I got into a very adolescent squabble with Coworker Funk at the lunch table which resulted in my calling her "Grandma's Caca." I have officially lost my mind at work.


• You know, the job ain't the greatest but there are some crazy-ass people there. I can dig it.


• We have HP4 tickets for tomorrow. Squee! I can't wait. It's even worth splurging for the parking at Fenway if we have to. Yay HP4!


• The car has to go to the mechanic tomorrow. It's been misbehaving - I'm thinking it's the fuel injection. I also think the whole "egg in gas tank" thing is finally taking its toll. We'll see. Boo for mechanic bills.


• We /totally/ overspent this month. Yuck-o. I hate that.