The perfect start to the day

Walk in the door, sit down, phone is ringing like mad because all connectivity has been fux0red for the past two hours. Yay. (For those who don't realize, in the nine o'clock hour, the only people in the office are me, the poor long-suffering accounting guy, and maybe a fellow from corp.)

We have a system status voicemail thingy. Pity none of the three of us knew the password. It's recorded...somewhere. Extra value-added iron: several people helpfully pointed out that the system status message still said everything's fine. I was nice to every one of them, thank you very much.

Everything's all better now, unless you count my jangling nerves.

This must be a Thursday.

If only

...I could be this productive all the time. Much aDSL backlog dealt with. Go Me.

...people didn't suck. Some rat-bastard stole some of the dragonflies from the Lily Pond, possibly my favorite art installation at Burning Man this year. May their genitalia dissolve into green slime.

...one could get actual _info_ from health insurance companies, as opposed to blithering propaganda about how spiff their service is. Dammit, is home-birth with a midwife covered, or not?

...I did not have such an efficient metabolism. Want chocolate. (And I _never_ get chocolate cravings. I have no idea what's up with this noise.) But I must refrain, because I'm sick of this plateau.