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Cowboy called me in for my end of the year review. He asked if I had any questions, complimented my work and then we spent 25 minutes talking about where we wanted to take vacations. If this job has anything going for it, it would be that the supervisor on my half of the floor genuinely wants to be a good boss and solve problems. He suggested that my misdetermination could be mitigated and might not count against me in the long run. I suppose they have some discretionary power in assigning penalties for those things. So it's okay, and I'm mostly over the madness of yesterday.

Even though I've done a mad amount of work tonight, my mind wanders. I wonder what the evolutionary advantage is to intense pain and mood swings, amongst all the other side effects of ovulation and menstration. What gives there? I understand a little better these days why societies developed so many rituals to isolate women at that paticular point of the month. It's not really pretty. I never thought I suffered from much other than the physical pain, but I am beginning to think there must be something to the mood swings that is connected to the hormonal shift. Oh how that thought irritates me.

Never did I want to be a boy more than when I learned I had to bleed once a month, every month.

Contingent upon the schedules of friends, I am thinking about buying plane tickets for an April trip to New Jersey and New York.

I have to go to the DPS office again because they are idiots. Oh the joy. It's okay for the moment, because I'm listening to Concrete Blonde over and over, and it makes me more happy than sad. It's a good thing.

I don't have much interest in our d20 Modern campaign at the moment. I want to go back to playing my young sorceror. I have a stronger attachment to that character. Speaking of wizards, my Snape action figure is above my moniter and he holds a Happy Bunny sticker that reads "you suck big yime." Fear the Happy Bunny. He makes the office fun.

Does anyone remember a childrens/young adult book or series about dragons? In specific, dragons that got old and their claws grew soft, like butter. Some dragons dipped their buttery soft claws in steel to keep them sharp. I think the book, or at least one of them might have been called Dragon Pearl or something similar. Anyone? Bueller? I'm trying to find these for Alan, as they were the first books he sat down and read all the way through when he was a hyperactive child.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Bwahahaha. You know, my sister works at Hot Topic. I should get her to buy these things for me.