It feels like I've been on earlies for about 2 months now, though it's probably only been about 3 weeks. I start anywhere from between 6 to 7:30 in the morning, and it sucks the most as far as transportation goes; for example, tomorrow morning I have to cab it in because the earliest bus still hasn't hit the downtown terminal by the time I'm supposed to login.

I took a couple of sick days this week as I had the stomach flu. Now, I'm not frivolous with my days off, but man, was it ever lovely just to lie in bed and watch movies in between being sick every half hour or so. I watched Frailty, Poltergeist I and II, 27 Dresses, Two Weeks With Love, No Country for Old Men, Death at a Funeral, and endless more. Not all of them were great, but that was the beauty of it. I wasn't looking for something enlightening, just something to comfortably pass the time.

Work is gearing up. Demolition begins Monday morning, which is a pain, really, because it's a bloody long weekend! Who thought that would be a good idea?  I'm scheduled to work my other job, and as I get paid double time and a half, I'm not passing up that shift to volunteer to lug rotting wood and crumbly drywall for free. I'm a patroness of the arts, but only so far.

Anti-love?  I give up, is all.  I throw my hands up in the air and admit defeat.

No big deal, not any more.