There’s a guy at work who keeps telling me I’m going to be fired (it’s not me). He sees conspiracies everywhere and I expect sooner or later he’s going to be correct about my job status. So maybe I won’t be fired, but like my friend Henry says, if you’re out of a job who cares what they call it? Anyway, listening to Mr. Doom-and-gloom isn’t cheering me up any. And I’ve found that my computer is having trouble with a bunch of programs including Quicken, which is a large pain in the ass.

I’m not cheering myself up by recounting the horrors of the day, so I should hit the hay, thereby avoiding reality. Whee.