Here it is, Tuesday at 10.21 pm. I am exhausted but don't want to go to bed, because tomorrow is another work day. Although I am happier at this job than I was at my previous job, it is still a job, you know?

Today I had to take minutes at both meetings I went to. It has been a long time since my notetaking days in gradschool. I have either lost my ability to listen, don't care about what is being said, or am completely retarded. I really suck at this "taking minutes" thing. Of course in the big techie meeting I was invited to, I was the only woman, and there I was, taking the notes. I was very tempted to pull the "you're all being so sexist" trump, but I was a good girl and sat there taking notes as the boys duked it out.

I think they were confusing their penises with the project we are working on. Why do I say this? Because they took it really personally and defended their ideas as if their lives depended upon being right. I watched four middle aged men pout, put their hands on their hips and yell, roll their eyes, and use words like "gooey". My big contribution to the meeting was to ask "how is any of this relevant to the task at hand?". I actually only meant that because I wasn't sure what parts of their arguments belonged in the notes, but after their stunned silence, I realized that I'd also kind of wanted them to shut up.

In other news, I've realized that Lily only blogs before an #squeeze chat. I've made it my business to check Stennie and Bet's blog every night, and after I realized that Lily was a blogger, I added her to my "must read" list. She must be off getting a life or something/

And now, a parting message from Donny and Marie:

May tomorrow be a perfect day,
May it bring love and laughter along the way
May god keep you in his tender care
Til he brings us together again,
Good night everybody!