It's Thursday.

A lot of people think that Wednesday is the worst day of the workweek, as it's equi-distant between the two weekends. 'Hump Day' it's called. But I think it's Thursday. Thursday is so very, very close to Friday that it's a tease.

I'm sitting in my chair, working away, idly thinking about how great it will feel to be done for the day, how I can go home and swap kisses with my sweetie and relax and throw in a movie or something and not have to worry about getting up tomorrow because it's the weekend... but it's not! It's only Thursday.

Every week I go through this. Every week Brain gets all happy and anxious and I have to grab the little bugger and remind him that, no, we do have to work tomorrow. Brain is so much like a puppy sometimes. Some days you just can't explain things to him, and you have to whap him with a rolled-up newspaper.

Spent the morning updating our movie listings for the week and the afternoon digitally editing restaurant photos for our restaurant database. Not exactly engrossing work. Still, it passes the time between breakfast and gaming.

After all my talking about food on the forums, I did end up having Kraft Dinner for supper last night. The Tiny Dinosaur was happy, as he got his half-dozen cold pre-sauce bits of macaroni. Mmm boy.

Well! I'm off! It's the weekend!

Um. No.

Talk about what's wrong with Big Brother.

Gee, how busy are you these days?

Take me home, big fella