Work, work, work. Plus blood.

So, work has been brutal the last couple of days. It's finally slowed down enough to breathe just now, which is nice. I'm the only one here right now, which is sort of rough, because I shouldn't leave early (and I won't), but it's just so tempting. Anyway, yeah, the last couple of days it was super-stressful, which I think manifested itself today when I was trying to get account information for a Verizon Wireless account for which I didn't have a username or password. When the girl wouldn't give it to me, even though I knew the address, both telephone numbers, names on the account and social security numbers of the account holders, I almost started crying out of anger. That was one of those "whoa, hey, take a step back" moments.

Why did I tell the Red Cross I'd do apharesis tomorrow morning? Why? Oh, wait, I remember, cause I'm a good person, and they were all like, "People could die." Still, it's annoying.

I want to go to grad school. It's not that I'm not happy I get to stay around with people I know and love, because I am. It's just that I don't want to work a regular job - even a good regular job. They're really annoying. And forty hours a week is so much! I want school. I've gotten to the point where I can't even see myself doing anything but being an English prof any more (I mean, the fact that I'd also be writing wildly successful novels goes without saying). But, really, in the mental version of the future that I have, that's what there is. And I want it really badly. I think Ryan said something about marking time until next year - and oh, yes, that's what this feels like. A lot.

And, just in case you haven't noticed, it's too goddamn hot.

8 hours, 3 minutes.