whining time

Brain hurts. Only three days back at work, and already I feel like I need a vacation. Just seven more days of this, I think. On the plus side, there is a Penzey's store in Grand Central Terminal. Damn the subway for putting me there one minute too late for the Metro-North. Argh.

I finished the bureaucratic new year shit for work (401k and all that crap) and faxed it out (it's due tomorrow). Reading for school is clearly not happening tonight, because my brain is mushy. Perhaps I can finish it on Sunday.

Now, off to bed.