ye olde crapfest

so, steve the cat goes outside now. i know, i know! it's hard to believe and all, but it's true. and i only stood at the back door watching him intently the first couple of times. today, i almost forgot to let him back in when i was leaving to go back to work. crazy. maybe the fat-ass will lose some weight now... still can't get molly to get anywhere near the door. her thing lately is sitting in the tub all day staring up and mewing continuously at the shower head, waiting sometimes hours for a droplet to coagulate enough to fall. she then jumps at it as if she could somehow catch it. realizing that it's gone, she hurries back to the original position, staring up, and starts the mewing again.

but enough about cats.

now i'd like to talk about productivity. more appropriately, i'd like to talk about my LACK of productivity, specifically at this here workplace, and specifically within the last few months. i work hard when i really really have to. when i ought to be working fairly hard, i do not. when i don't really have a whole lot to do, there's a pretty good chance that i'm probably not even here. and every day, i come in here at 9, thinking "good lord i am going to get outta here at 3 if i can." hardly ever really do, but the point is this: i don't wanna be here. at all. it's lame. i know i shouldn't be bitching, what with all the relaxation that goes on here and all the raping of privileges that i do, and all the free money i get at just the right times...

oh blah. who am i kidding. my job is much cooler than yours.

i'm gonna play some literati now. if anyone would like to try to find me, my yahoo games name is riggamacrumb. happy friday, all. take it to the limit.