Grr....

A, phone calls getting me out of bed are not going to make me happy. B, phone calls that are for someone other than me, on my phone, getting me out of bed are going to make me very not happy.

However, what takes the cake:

C, calling me back, still asking for the other person, and then only realizing that you don't have the right number because you have to ask, - THAT'S gonna piss me off. (It wasn't even close to my number, either.)

-From the Wisdom of Silver Adept, filed under "Telemarketers"

Wow.

The mind-bendiness that is #fleet has, with my full participation, been mocking CCGs for the last few hours. We're all very good at making up card names and counters and all of that. Perhaps at some point we'll construct our various decks and utilize all those wonderful puns and card names. Maybe not tonight, though.

I have no idea what else there was to say today, other than the possibility of good work was done. So instead, I'll go after things like pink locker rooms, non-judge judge nominations, friends, Katrina's people don't deserve this, and the roles of the world and of the natural world.

Things have settled a bit, although they're about to start again in terms of getting funky. But it's okay - I will continue to frontload as much as I possibly can on the busywork assignments so that I don't burn out or waste time. In an effective sort of way, though.