Take a left, a sharp left and another left

I had a shitty day yesterday and while nothing majorly wrong happened, I was in a hypersensitive mood. I don't deal well with vague instruction and have troubles with asking for more direction (for fear that I'll be seen as incompetent or that the Higher Ups have more important things to do). I realize how I am when I get in these moods and try not to dwell on them, since I know that in a few days I'll be back to my usual self. I went to bed around 8:30 and woke up to Marie coming to bed later on. She kissed me squarely on the lips and rubbed my back and I just about melted. It was just what I needed. Here's to those people who make life utterly fantastic.

We got a call from Terry on Saturday, which was awesome. He and Danielle are settled in nicely, given the blackouts, and he sounded in good spirits. He is working at a middle school in Michigan that has a 90% Armenian population. A great opportunity for him and lots of good stories around the holidays. He is *in* for the fantasy football league again this year, along with the addition of my dad and Eric's dad. Bring it on. I'm also in the football pool at work. I think I pick them pretty well, so it should be interesting.

I think I set some sort of Kinko's spending record.

I've also decided to only believe the polls that support my own personal opinion.

This isn't all that great, but it is important.

( Interview by the supremely-radical junebug138 )