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If I leave the house at 7:15, I get to work at 7:55. If I leave at 7:00, I get here at 7:30. Weird.

In other news, I just had my first interaction with the freak of a night housekeeper who's assigned to this building. Seems she thinks she's been getting bug bites the last two weeks here, and it's either because there are so many more plants in the back (??? okay...) or because the cat has fleas (not bloody likely), and Donna needs to do something about it. What-fucking-ever. This lady wouldn't actually have a job, because she's not capable of doing most of a custodian's duties, except that she's first cousin to someone who donated a LOT of money to the college, and the higher-ups have said she can't be fired, even when she goes in and rearranges people's offices for them when she's supposed to be cleaning at night.

Not doing so good on the Coke front this morning. I went to bed a little after 1am, and am dragging badly. I started my first can in the car. **sigh** I do know better than to do this to myself, honest. But I was head-and-shoulders into a tasty research project, and it was all I could do to put it down. Heck, it was all I could do to not bring it with me this morning. Which reminds me...draco_kc, what would you say to someone who's got a 11/2 lifepath, 22/4 expression, 3 soul urge, and 11/2 birthday?

It's too early to be falling off the wagon

...but I did. Five hr's sleep = a sleepy me, and when Donna offered to fetch Taco Bell for lunch, I gave in. Warm pseudo-Mexican food, large thing of Pepsi...which wouldn't be bad, but I already indulged in my second can of Coke this morning, to help with my motivation.

Ah well. I can try this cut-back-on-Coke thing again tomorrow.