Nothing to report, really. 11 hour day today, 4 hours tomorrow and then friday off. Blair wants to go to dinner. I told her she'd have to wake me. :P

I realized the other day, and was complaining to myself how ridiculous the amount of OT I signed up for is. It's seeming that I'm waking up an hour before going to work and then going to bed 2 hours after. I'm not actually DOING anything but working. They sent out new OT availability all the way to sept 20. I was working out signing up when I decided I didn't want to schedule it 20 days in advance. fuck.

So, I'm poor, but Jordan's even worse poor. Ignore the grammar of that sentence. He sold his car, and a big reason he sold the car was to pay for the divorce. I'm not feeling bad about this at all.

After snuggling with the poor kitten the other night, I want a cat. Tiny Dog would eat it though.

How's that for nonlinear thoughts?