eyes drooping... head dropping... can't... stay... awake...

oh, look, it's 11pm. obviously i must be getting the 'i'm going to pass out' signals from my body. i mean, 11pm, that's practically the middle of the night!

okay, enough self-mocking.

and to be fair, i was at work until 10pm tonight.

tonight john said to me that he was very impressed with the kind of stuff i was doing at work, i said it was the kind of stuff that seemed impressive until you actually did it, and then you realised it wasn't actually that hard after all. he said i was under valuing myself.

who knows.

what i do know is that i enjoy it. i enjoy the idea that it makes a difference (whether it actually does or not, well, that's still to be determined). but i don't like being there until 10. especially not since from 8pm on it was in the dark, because i have no idea how to turn the bloody lights back on once they go off automatically.

um. yeah. i guess that's enough whining for now.

oh, i've made a new resolution, we'll see if i stick to it. i've decided that there is entirely too little sex talk on this blog. i intend to rectify that. although, to do that i will have to stop writing on my coffee breaks and lunch breaks, because it's dicey enough writing benigne stuff on a work computer, even if it is at breaktime. i really shouldn't write sex related posts at work at all.

don't worry, this won't turn into a smut blog, if i decide to do a smut blog (which is, of course, well within the realms of possibility, you know, assuming i suddenly had way more time on my hands and could maintain two blogs) i'll start it seperately...