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Eight million little things to do and no focus, despite my nice, neat (okay, not so neat), carefully craft..., er, hastily scrawled list from one to eight million.

I didn't get any coffee yet.

Maybe that's it.

Yes. Maybe coffee is the answer.

...boy, it's nice out, huh?

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I seem to be surrounded by people who want to make their lack of preparation my emergency today. I despise it when people don't own up to their own situation and try to pass the buck when, really, if they'd spent five minutes sometime before the 11th hour (or the very last five minutes), things would be fine. And yeah, this stuff happens, but I'd be much, much happier to try and find things and help out if they were just nicer about it instead of acting like it's my fault they're in a jam. And didn't keep asking and asking me *and* my coworkers for things I've repeatedly said we don't have. I must be lying, really. Go bother everyone else for the same answer, we've nothing better to do.

Damn.

It's weird, 'cause usually folks that call are ever-so-nice, if a little wacky. Strange day.

Note to self:
Self gets all full of gripey when it doesn't eat lunch until after 3.

/gripe

mmmm, fried rice.