I'm not actually tired of working (well, any more than anyone else is), but today was spectacularly awful, and I'm dead on my feet. I've had a tension headache that has been getting worse since mid-morning, and that turned into migraine (plus the tension, which stuck around for funsies) by the last few hours of work. Only two of us were on shift, so there was no way I could go home.
I have stories that Must Be Related, but right now, bed supersedes blogging.
Sleepy-bye time in Elvisette Land.
Reading: Vogue Listening: to whining, stupid library patrons. Current Obsession: I'm going to act like your great-aunt and continue to complain about my various physical (or, quite possibly, psychosomatic) illnesses. Alice: was in the (wet) sink, last I heard.
Elvisette philosophized at 11:24 PM
Pascal: The present is never our end. The past and the present are our means, the future alone our end. Thus we never actually live, but hope to live, and since we are always planning how to be happy, it is inevitable that we should never be so.
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"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
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Elvisette Y, Sole Owner & Proprietor
Who's Elvisette?
That's Why You're Here, Isn't It?
What's Elvisette's mood?
When did Elvisette start blogging?
April 2002
Where's Elvisette?
Monday, working at liberry
Tuesday, ditto Monday
Wednesday, ditto Tuesday
Thursday, ditto Wednesday
Friday, ditto Thursday
Saturday, frittering away my youth
Sunday, being a useless waste of oxygen
Alternative Plans: Every day, all day, answering the question, "Wonder what's on TV right now?"
Why does Elvisette blog?
Because it's better than working.
