OK, you caught me. I'm counting.

I have theories. I might be stressed, I might be dehydrated, I might be underfed, I might be tired, I might be overcaffienated, I might be getting sick. Possibly all of the above. I'm OK, really, not feeling Bad. Mostly, I'm just feeling Off. Which is inconvenient when I'm trying to get the hang of a new job while still doing my old one. I am thinking that this week of not-actually-transition will make next week seem much smoother- I'll have Tracy in the office for easy reference, for one thing. And I'll be able to leave the desk to do my own faxing and photocopying, for another. And I'll have rather more space. And I'll have a week of unsupervised licensing work already under my belt. C'mon next week.

Candy Cane Tootsie Pops are surprising. In an addicting sort of sugar way. It's white and red striped peppermint on a stick . . . with a Tootsie Roll in the center. A little bit of Christmas has carried over to the new year. If you like that sort of thing. Turns out that I do.

Open Mic at Perk last night was characterized by two-player Mario Kart and by presents from ragnartheviking. This is always exciting. My box started with a lovely book that I am really looking forward to reading- about Alice in Wonderland and different interpretations and takeoffs of it. Also two very silly t-shirts (one saying "The Second Amendment" and featuring a guy with large fuzzy bear arms, and the other featuring a bright orange hippo and the words "Actually, I was never really that hungry, hungry."). Finally, there was a necklace that is also a small level. It is very great, and makes me wish that I worked in carpentry. I shall just have to hang some pictures, so that I may feel deserving of the level necklace. Ann is so thoughtful and good with gifting, it makes me feel inadequate. But in a loved way!

In 40 more minutes, this 4-day work week will be half over. Not that I'm counting.