Would You Rather...

What's worse than getting just three hours of sleep on a "school night"? Having to be at work with the crazy work-o-holic lady from the other office. What's worse than that? Knowing that you are the one who asked her to be here today, to help you with an awful, exhausting project. Could it be more awful than even that?? Oh yes, my friends. Because the fore mentioned project involves heavy lifting.

Somehow I do not think this classifies as "being good to myself". Maybe I'll put that whole thing off till January. It sounds like a good New Years Resolution, doesn't it?

In the meantime, it's the first day of NaBloPoMo and I still do not have internet at home. This calls for further incurred debt, me thinks, and a trip to one of those loud technogigy type places that sell Wifi cards and stuff.

Could the first blog of November be any less inspiring? I'm going to make an effort for you folks, I swear. Because even though I don't have a bajillion readers a day, I got the best comment ever.

"For what it's worth...I enjoy your blog better than Dooce. Fo reals."

And for that, I swoon.