Fucking hell it's freeeeezing in my office. Maybe they do that to us on purpose so that we can't doze off or something. But my ability to type and work is hindered by the fact that my fingers are blue and I can see my breath in here. Anyway I can't seem to get my head into work atm. I've sorted all the major issues I've had as far as work requests go. I've got loads to do for my freelance stuff but I can't work on that here. Maybe I'll run over to G&G's and pick up that ficus bush they said I could have. But it's cold outside too. Maybe I'll just sit and think about the wicked things I'd like to do to a certain someone. No, no it wouldn't do to get all turned on while at work.

Hmmm... baseball... ummmm, PHP code... UNIX - eewww that did it. Better than a cold shower that is.

Chicago's looking really good now that it's less than a month off. Especially after my big money scare this week - one that really turned into a blessing in disguise as now I have enough to get my brakes fixed and bills caught up and *still* have some left for the trip. I need to think up a good gift for chickie for inviting us over there.. Hmmmm... Will have to browse online for something I think. Or I could take her kidlets some husker gear - hehehehe. I am evil.

26 days to go.

Ohhhhhhh bleh. Woke up, nauseated and just thoroughly nasty. Not it's not that, yeesh ;) Impossible. I think I ate something off. Might have been my hamburger in the sloppy joes last night. I was dumb and let it thaw on the counter because I hate doing it in the microwave. Well Not going to do that again. Been in the fecking bathroom all day. Lovely eh? It's after 5 now though and I'm feeling a touch better. Should be right as rain tomorrow. I am so glad I'm allowed to work from home if necessary.

Speaking of that, I typed up probably the most mind-numbingly boring rubbish for a newsletter I'm working on. I think the newsletter is for Hospice patients, family and staff etc and it's written by some staff member. I think, I didn't get a lot of background on it. Anyway the copy was given to me on paper which means instead of a quick cut and paste, I have to type the fecking thing out. And oh. My. Gawd. The woman goes on for two pages and 800 words about candle flames. I think she was going for metaphor comparing candle flames to grief but she went way to far with it. Or maybe it was just because I had to type it out. I don't know. Then someone else wrote what started to be a nice piece about Autumn, which soon turned into patriotic drivel complete with a quote from William Bradford thanking God for protection from 'savages'. Yick. I'm glad I'm going away for turkey day. I think.

Thanksgiving's always been a family holiday (of course), but as my family is either dead or not bothering with it, I'm going to my good friend Kat's house in Indiana (just outside Chicago.) It's going to be weird though, not having mom's sweet potatoes or green bean casserole. I'm not in charge of sweet pickles this year :( But, I'm looking forward to going. Maybe doing something so different for the holiday will take the edge off of missing mom, dad and Judy. Kelly too of course, but at least I can call her. Yeah, I think a roadtrip is just what the doctor ordered.

So the plan is, 10-11 hours to Kat's house, Thanksgiving and a movie with her and her family, The day after spent in Chicago seeing the sites and shopping with very little money, then Saturday morning drive up to Rick's and see the Big Pink House and get some more beer lessons. The kid can't wait to see his kitties. I need to tell him that I changed my mind again and we would like to stay over and just drive back Sunday rather than driving thorugh the night on very little sleep. Might have to PTO Monday aswell to recuperate. I'm getting to old for all of this :D

Anyway off to see if I can handle some food. Ta ra.