I have to be at work at 8 for the rest of the week. Ugh. How sad is it that you have to use vacation days to handle things around your house?

I've signed up for a sanctioned-overtime opportunity. Will entail new system-access and training, but it may get another department off of our asses until their hiring is done.

Chocolate and I have a love/hate relationship. I love it, it hates me by giving me acne. And this time, it's cropping up around the pressure-points of my bras. Such exquisite agony.

Need to touch up my MPIO songs before I leave. For some reason, it's decided that I really don't want to hear the end of Nightwish's Phantom of the Opera, but I'd really rather transition suddenly to Pink Floyd's Learning to Fly. I appreciate the initiative, but no.

Time to get moving. Thank y'all for responding to my meme last night!