nothing exciting. but sometimes you need to type. why, pray tell, after nine hours of typing at work do I need to type? I dunno. I never make sense.

I'm slowly but surely turning into a complete geek. not a nerd--that would be all right--but a geek. I listen to npr on my way to work. I keep track of my finances on a series of meticulously maintained spreadsheets; we're talking about stuff as small as 20 cents for a drink at work. I've started thinking of anyone under 21 years of age as "a kid" and chalking any of their behavior that displeases me up to their "lack of maturity." I imbibe gallons of coffee with my thirtysomething co-workers (alas, we have no water cooler to stand around) and discuss the weather and taxes and shoe stores.

know what, though? I don't mind it. I'm still as crazy as ever. that's what really counts.

bought the new pornographers' electric version today. it's quite good, in that rock-ought-to-be-fun sort of way that has always appealed to me. it's been a long time, though, since I've bought an album that I've really and truly been stoked about, though. I'd like like to discover a new personal belle and sebastian/rilo kiley/dcfc, although at the risk of seeming even more like an old fart I've been itching to beef up my jazz collection. we'll see what my budget will allow, which won't be too much.

carra had to have a root canal today. she's been consigned to the couch by darvoset, cuddling her ice pack like the breast of a much loved woman. well, a much loved woman who's fun to rub against your jaw.

I'm worried about dad. his job situation is beginning to look unstable. after over 20 years in the coal biz he and mom are accustomed to some instability, but I still fret.

speaking of jobs, at my workplace eric has been fired, adding to the list of casualties. I began work as a member of an eight person team...we're now whittled down to four (two quit, two terminated). tonight scott was telling me about having to dispose of eric (he missed more than his quota of sick days) and I told him, "um, scott? you know if you need any filing cabinets moved you can call me, right? car washed? first born child?" apparently I'm in good standing. and he doesn't want kids.

it's getting right about breakfast time, kiddos. I'm still caffeinated, so I think I'll go make some biscuits and gravy to have for breakfast with josh before he heads off to school. I love my weird hours.