MASS CHAOS!  The worm has spread through the company!  WORK CANNOT GO ON AS PLANNED!

But ::whew:: the blog was untouched.  Thank God.

It is a mess around here.  Half of my floor is down and unusable and IT has no idea where to start.  It’s good times.  There’s a party-like atmosphere among the youngins, and the elders are fearing this is the Apocolypse.  Again, good times.  Elders crack me up.  They use instances of today as to why “technology is getting away from us,” as if some Microsoft supercomputer calculated this virus in an attempt to further the hold of artificial intelligence.  Like, somewhere, HAL is laughing at us.

I’m dying for something to sink my teeth into.  A good book, a production that I firmly believe in, anything.  Not having a creative outlet makes me restless.  Hence, THE BLOG. ::cue scary music:: I know we’re supposed to be reading “Beloved”, but I’m not in that mindset yet.  I want something racy and provocative.  I keep passing “My Sister’s Keeper”, which beckons to me at the bookstores, but I have yet to purchase.  That looks really good to me.

So it really sucks when you throw out there, “Hey, whatcha doin’ Labor Day weekend?” and he says, “Yeah, I’ve got plans all that weekend” and you’re like, “oh.. okay” because you know his plans are family-related (as in, the spawn type) and you CAN’T argue with those but you’re still kinda upset because you wanna say “.. cause it’s my birthday that weekend.”

Ah, well. 

The worm runs rampant over here.  It’s like that scene in Beetlejuice with the sandworms.