Shut up. Today I hate you.
Busywork again today. Of course, at this sort of job, it's always either busywork or no work at all, so I'm not really complaining about that. I am, however, complaining about the telephone. ("But Joanna, you're a receptionist!" Yes, I know. I don't care. Today the telephone sucks.)
Last night went very well. We went out to P.F. Chang's for the Mom Birthday Celebration, where we ordered Way Too Much Food- all of it quite tasty. Back at the house, stuffed to the gills we don't have, wowbagger and I handed over our gifts, which were duly appreciated. A little TV, a little bit of overdramatic "Happy Birthday" singing, and a little cake later, the low-key shindig came to a close. I got to bed rather earlier than on a normal Tuesday night.
A little sad to miss a new Might Could song at open mic last night, but it has been pointed out that I will have plenty of chances to hear it at a later date.
I'm having a Day. I'm restless. I want to do something fun.