Somebody set off a firecracker in the men’s room at work tonight. It pissed off an older gentleman customer who proceeded to (of course?) complain to our manager. I’m not exactly sure what he wanted or expected us to do in this case, except for letting us know and doing whatever it was that was necessary. Is there protocol for firecrackers in the bathroom? I’m finally winding down from how wired I was after the busy end to my shift. As in, I yawn and tears form in my eyes.

My mind’s been so frazzled lately. I don’t know what’s up with me. One night at work, I had managed to believe it was an hour later than it really was, so I had become excited I’d be off work sooner than I was. This past Thursday, I somehow convinced myself that it was Friday and had, once again, become excited that I’d have the following day off. Wow. I’m also easily distracted. I was trying to focus on one particular task dealing with the website and ended up doing some file organizing in my documents folder. Truth be told, I’m sure a lot of reorganization needs to be done here, on my computer, elsewhere online and especially in my home. Once all that reorganization is taken care of, it’d be a lot easier to focus and complete tasks I assign myself.

I’ve been reading over old entries in an old LiveJournal of mine and I realize how deliberate my blogging has become. There’s no more random thoughts being jotted down on screen and posted all willy-nilly. I was so random, and pretty painfully so most of the time. My speech/typing habits were awful. They’d progressed from my oldest LiveJournal, but there was still a lot of improvement to be had. I’m sure I could STILL do with some improvement. Who can’t? I realized that I couldn’t stand reading the entries that were just one line after another of random banter. I preferred reading my more structured posts, as rare as they were. It helped me to see the picture of what was going on at that time in my life better than the verbal diarrhea I had.

I couldn’t go to bed without listening to some Hilary Duff. Yes, I adore her, don’t judge me. Actually, go ahead and judge me. I don’t care. I like what I like and nothing will change that On a (sort of) related note, I did indeed Love a Selena Gomez song on last.fm

The husband will be waking up soon for his shift at work, I think I’ll save the guff he’ll give me for still being awake by going to bed now.

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