Slowly the drugs are working their way to my midbrain, where hopefully they will perform some sort of magic ritual capable of soothing my mental beasts into slumber. That credo of theirs--"may cause drowsiness"--is one they damn well better live up to! I'm trying really hard to get sleep tonight, because I'd feel pretty lame calling in sick tomorrow. This is mostly due to the fact that someone else called in sick yesterday, only made it for a few hours today, and I'm not sure what to expect for tomorrow. Either it develops into full-blown sinus bloat and I am forced to capitulate, or I wake up and feel better and have a nice Friday.

I just know, now, that it will be neither, and I will wake up feeling just as a do now; very crappy, but not so crappy that it prevents me from doing things like writing on my weblog. Or taking care of dogs.

Meanwhile, Hinata must have driven over one of the many branches that litter our neighborhood's roads (still) because once I got to work, I found a tire going flat. This is not particularly newsworthy, since in 14 minutes (and 14 bucks) it was all taken care of. But I felt the need to mention it as sort of a initiation into the realities of used-car-ownership. A milestone on the long downhill highway that eventually bottoms out in a junkyard.

Eh ... the world of veterinary dog care, anyway. Yesterday, Sarah (my boss lady, though she probably hates being called that) gave me a present: my own walky-talky phone. So far, I only went to grab an extra one when I was the only worker on duty, in case reception needed something. But now, I have been accorded one of my very own, with my name on it, to take with me every hour of every day. I feel so very official.

The reason, incidentally, is because that one worker of ours just disappeared abruptly a week or so ago (see: previous rant). So I'm basically filling in the ranks. And this is good, because that's what it's been feeling like, responsibility-wise. So ... go me, I guess. :P

And I got to see a really huge firework today. Hooray.

For the semiannual occasion of my last posting on this weblog has arrived! Forsooth, it has been a full six months since updating this god-forsaken site. I don't think I ever even did that horribly on my LiveJournal.

There's not really a special event or anything going on that's prompted me to start posting again. Er ... not that I will, necessarily. But I'm bored enough here at my dad's house--where I am house-sitting for a couple of weeks--that I thought it would do good to blow some dust off. And as I told Kass, I'm feeling a little disconnected since I don't have as much time just to socialize any more, so the utility of a weblog as communication has made itself more salient as of late.

And now, the post becomes rant-astic. (Click below if you dare to continue.)