I am having a hard time staying awake today.  But it’s a happy sleepy, and I may take a nap when I get home.  Or I may go run the errands that I’ve been meaning to do all week, but have just been hesitant to do.  Sadly, I have no money for bottled caffeine, so I’m just going to have to type to keep myself awake.  Welcome to Sarah’s stream of consciousness.. make yourself at home.

One of my government guys brought me a cactus late last week (as I mentioned in an earlier post), but as it turns out, it’s dead.  It was supposed to be a thank you, but now I’m wondering what in the hell I did to him to think I needed a dead plant.

Cute IT guy drives me crazy.  He’s got dimples.

I have my photo booth strip taped to the side of monitor so when my eyes wander, that’s what I see.  It makes me laugh everytime.  I thought, at first, that it was evil to put a photo booth on a timer so you can’t adequately pose for your shots, but the last three shots of my four are really "us" because we had no time to put on pretenses.

Someone has pissed off our cleaning lady.  She’s usually very nice, but today, she is walking around, pushing the garbage can a bit too forcefully, and grumbling to herself.

Remind me to call Jonathan tonight.  I don’t talk to him enough since he moved.

I hate lulls at work.  They make me feel useless.  Well, cause.. I am.  Very, very useless.  I’m here if anyone needs me, but.. today.. they don’t.

My sister is ill again.  They’ve put her back on some really fancy antibiotics that are costing a fortune.  They still don’t know where the infection is.  This is just compounding my hatred of the medical field.  There is nothing more frustrating than being sick and in pain, sitting in the waiting room with really scary infectious people, and then a doctor telling you they’re not really sure why you’re in pain and suffering.  Yay for the medical field.

There is a manager here who gives me a very hard time and I joked awhile back that I was going to start charging him.  That then evolved into him saying, before he even asked for what he needed, "And your money is in the mail."  Today, an envelope arrived for me in the company mail, filled with homemade monopoly money, with his face on it.  Sometimes people go too far to prove a point.

Well, I’ll be heading home soon enough.  This worked.  Thanks for reading.  Or not.