Wearing a shirt that belongs to the guy that I live with* and eating a turkey sandwich with cucumber slices.

Had a lovely birthday and several days away from the job that makes me miserable. The little black thunder cloud above my head returns to its usual parking space just thinking about going back tomorrow.

But on a brighter note the warm weather is creeping back into this bit of the country and I'm going to take my learn-to book and wad of yarn into the sun to make knots and battle frustration.

Come to Texas and let's have a picnic.

* You know, that guy. The really mushy one who leaves sweet notes all about and adds not a small amount of light to my otherwise bitter and blackened soul. That one.

Yesterday left for work at 6 AM and got home from work at midnight.

Fortunately this is more than balanced out by several things. They appear below in list form.

1) Spanking new 600 threat count (!) sheets and new fluffy pillows.

2) The first of 6 days off in a row.

3) The Indian restaurant smorgasbord buffet I am planning to crush for lunch.

4) Strawberry cake with Swiss buttercream frosting and Mexican chocolate almond ice cream.

5) Going to the knitting store to sign up for a class.

6) My birthday, bitches.

Sorry about that last bitches part. I didn't mean it. Honest.

If you need my address to send mountains of gifts just hollah.