Back at work

After a badly needed day off yesterday, I'm back at work. Let's just say right now, I should not be back yet. I was terrified to drive to work, and for people who know how I like to drive, that's an issue. I had to take both Contact and cough syrup last night (which contains codeine), and despite that, I did not sleep. Not one minute. Oh, I rested thank goodness. Had some strange not quite asleep dreams when my brain just went off to Neverland without me. Drugs are weird that way though. I do know I never again want to dream that RuPaul is giving birth and I'm the midwife.

So anyhow, here I am, trying to get everything settled at work. I'm spending large amounts of time just sorta staring at the screen blankly, then trying to remember what I'm doing. Of course our Preschool lead teacher is still out. She's got what I've got, but we can cover for her, at least.

The new computer is working beautifully! Of course, the Man can't find the Office XP CDs, but he will eventually. I can use Office 2K until then.

American Idol! Justin, baby, you rocked! I still want Kelli to win, though. And will someone please wake up and pull Nikki from the show before she embarrasses herself? The songs were good. She did well. She looks fantastic. But she is so outclassed by the other two. I still can't believe Tamyra's gone, talk about a travesty. I demand fairness in my cheesy pseudo-reality TV shows, dagnabbit!

Hmm. Maybe I can leave work a little early. If nothing else, I have a bagel. Bagels are good.

Frustration

...When I have this nifty avenue for self-expression like LiveJournal, but can't use it to vent about some of the things I'm most worried about because they're confidential. Not complaining here, I understand the need for confidentiality. I need to install Word and vent there to no one specific.

Focus on happy things: I'm feeling marginally better after a very long nap. Lots of candidates, nice people! I just hope patience holds. Patients? Pays ends? P'est sans? (Okay, yeah, I made that up. I don't know a lick of French.) I'm dissolving into puns. That's a good sign! The grumpy caveLisa emerges from her mental den. Raor!