Wug Thoughts

I could tell Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist was fantastically written because the first time I read it, I didn’t pay attention to the writing at all.  I was so sucked in by what was happening in the story I just wanted to keep reading at a breakneck pace until I was finished.  I can’t write a useful review based on the first reading, so I’m going to go back and read it again before writing my final review.  But the fact that I’m going to go back and read it again immediately after reading it the first time ought to tell you something of what I think of this book. 

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In other news, I cannot wait for this week to be over.  It started with me staying up too late Sunday night because I left my accounting project far later than I should have.  So on top of my cumulative 6 month exhaustion, I also got about 4 hours sleep Sunday night and then got up for work at 8am as usual.  Add to that the fact that our new receptionist has been sick all week, so now I’ve been answering the phone for three days which is pretty high up on my list of stuff I hate doing.  I looked in the mirror this morning and came to the conclusion that I look like living death.  Everybody at work pretty much leaves me to my own devices, which I appreciate.  Probably a combination of them having other things to worry about, and me looking like I’m teetering very close to the edge of insanity.  My eyes look haunted.  Oh, and B got laid off on Monday, so that didn’t help.

We’ve got a new advisor in the office at the moment.  He’s taking over for one of our guys who’s leaving on Dec 10, and in the meantime he’s an office bitch like the rest of us.  I hope he gets it through his head that I’m married and not looking, and that I don’t appreciate being blatantly checked out while I’m standing there talking to him about work.  Seriously.  Haven’t told B about him cause he’d want to break the guy’s legs, which is overkill.  But if he doesn’t back off soon I may let B have his fun, cause it’s starting to creep me out.

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The more I work on my ethics assignment, the more I realize I’m going to have to find a different teacher/group eventually.  I’m just not a Wiccan.  Witch, pagan, druid, yes.  Wiccan, no.