welcome to the working week (end)

listening to: rhett miller-the instigator, texas: greatest hits, latin playboys.

feeling: not too bad, considering that the weather is just this side of complete ass.

currently engaged in: the ever delightful task of cleaning up the eight hundred emails i invariably receive after sending out that damn demon newsletter. yes, eight hundred. so i've been stuck in an endless loop of copy/switchdatabases/paste/search/delete/fix/record/etc. i'm sure you get the picture. woohoo! i'm a one-woman data entry machine! or, i would be, if it weren't for the pesky fact that my little brain tends to shut itself off during this activity, though whether it's out of protest or self-defense, i'm not sure. either way, i'm actually a self-automated, one-woman data entry machine. i'm about as close to a droid as you're likely to find during the working day. it's rather exciting. no, really. it would certainly explain why i don't like being wet.

anyway. there's worse things to do than shut off your brain. i'm an old hand at it. i've learned to multiplex like a demon. for example: there may be a new song in time for wednesday's show, thanks to the utterly mind-numbing character of my job! god bless corporate america.

but...oh dear. look what you've done. the brain is almost stirring. i'd best return to the task at hand before it wakes up, and i have to go through the whole process of lulling it back into trance again. an ugly prospect, indeed. more later.