It's getting better all the time.

I just got out of the shower, and I am sitting in my bed in my general underthings, and I am listening to the Ting Tings. This is the type of music that makes me want to dance around in my general underthings while perhaps drinking a glass of wine. Big ups to Mary Rose. I am also apparently taking a few moments from what will inevitably be a busy day to ruminate about my day. My bowl of Kix is getting soggy as I type.

I actually had a pretty solid day at work yesterday. All of that shit is coming back to me. It just took a little longer than I would have liked. I still need some direction, but I've remastered some of the computer systems, so that will make everything a bit easier. And I only have to work there four hours this morning, so, go me.

Following this lovely work day, I came home and got changed. I did indeed put on "walking shoes." Unlike a lot of people, my flip flops are my walking shoes. I can walk ridiculously far distances in flip flops, but I doubt that many people could figuratively walk a mile in my flip flops...

Anyway, I went over to boyfriend's for a pre-birthday celebration as we will not get to spend any part of my actual birthday together. He definitely got me some of the most awesome presents I have ever received, including a book titled American Nerd, a mix cd of sorts, and a relaxation tub caddy for when I take baths. It holds a book, a glass of wine, and a candle. He took me out for a rather pleasant dinner, and we came back to my apartment and watched some Home Improvement and drank more with my roommates. Not quite an evening for the record books, but a nice one nonetheless.

Now I'm exhausted because I never really feel like I sleep enough after consuming any amount of alcohol, and I have to get ready to go to work. I really don't feel like working twice today. That's my own fault, I suppose. I think I'll be ok to ignore the general bullshit that seems to want to stare me down at the one job. As long as I'm happy, who gives a crap what anybody else thinks. Right?