There's a vague chance someone might stop me to ask what on earth I'm doing, but then again, this office is used to me. I could conceivably walk around in my bra at this point and there would be understanding nods. And you know, lectures about dress code, but no one would be surprised.
In other news, hit on tech support at Accenture via telephone. Basically, I think being on the good side of the person that controls all permissions is a good thing. Also, he fixed one of my logins. I like him. Doubtless, he is still dazedly wondering why anyone would sound that excited about computer access. Oh poor guy. How little you know.
In equally entrancing home news, my sister--shaved her head.
See, we're not sure what to make of that. It's not statement, as far as I can tell, or a rebellion. She just, you know, got a razor and went to work. My youngest sister, btw, not the one I want to pimp out for coffee-makers. She's twenty-three and--well. Has a shaved head. She also bought two wigs to wear, and--
It's like sometimes, I stop being able to react with surprise to anything.
On the other hand, one, she does look kind of interesting.
You know, I always promise myself I will not make pointless, boring entries. I so lie. I always do.
Note to
See, these are the things that amuse me while I slowly go insane from *nothing to do*.
Oh look, more markers! *marvels* Ohhh, that's the stuff.