Again?!?

Why must Friday be such a terrible day for me? Everyone is happy and pleased that they've only got so many hours left to go until the weekend and the general consensus is positive. Not for me. I'll tell ya why... 'cuz Thursday night is too good to me.

I don't know what it is, but Thursday nights are the nights to go out. I don't actually see the attraction personally, but there I was, again, in the Wildfire... drinking. Did I mention, AGAIN. Geez. Again, I didn't make it home until midnight... I didn't even make it home from work first. I always seem to amaze myself in the manner that I present myself to work on a Friday... all hazy and what not.

Here I am... in my haze, just to be glad to get home tonight and take it easy. I will probably neglect AJ's poker night at his house, unless I suddenly get a great burst of energy. I should check on the cat tonight anyways... that'll be my mission when I get back to Langdon tonight. Check on the cat, watch the big screen... take it easy!

First things first though... work. This has the potential of being a very panic-stricken day, despite my best efforts yesterday to try and curb all that should make it a panic-stricken day. I'm not really helping myself out by writing this entry... I'm thinking that I should be dilligently working away at this file, but no... I'm in a haze, remember! I want to calmly get myself in the mood for work and calmly go about my business.

I'm not gonna panic today... panic will only get me to make mistakes. I will be calm and collected (and hungover) and I will get through this file with a panic-stricken client on my back until 3:30pm this afternoon, when all bets are off and the deadline passes. Will I be done? Yes, I will be.

Meathead will have his work cut out for him today... there's lots for him to do in the e-mail inbox this morning... it'll be another glorious day of "why the fuck doesn't this work?" and "this fucking program sucks!"

Lee will be a miserable sicky again today... he has come down with a cold of mild proportions. He's a trooper though... he plowed through the day yesterday. He pretty much has to come in, because he hasn't really cross-trained us properly enough to do his job and therefore take the day off sick.

The personal e-mail inbox is a tad quiet this morning... everyone in England must be a hurting wreck. I did get a phone call from them last night and they all sounded pretty bombed... heh heh... good to talk to 'em though. It was great to chat with Roger & Gillian... I hadn't had much of a chance to chat with Roger on the phone since being back, so it was great to hear his voice.

Well, I better hop to it... it's gonna be a busy day. Good thing I'm half-asleep!