Working for the man every night and day.

I keep meaning to get myself on chat and it isn't happening because apparently the people at work like me and keep adding to my hours. Which, yes, is a good thing, except I come home exhausted at the end of the day, pour myself into bed and sleep until the alarm goes off to get me up to go into work in the morning. Don't they understand I have fic to write, People to talk to so they can convince me to watch Atlantis?

Grr. Stupid employment.

In other news, I am very jealous of all of you who are at squee_con. Hope you have a good time while I shill computers for the man during a nine hour shift.

Not that I'm bitter. Yay! Money!

I am so random right now, it's not really funny.

Oh, Canada. . .

So? Anybody? How's Stargate tonight? Anybody? Why are there no posts from the first commercial break? Does no one love the non-Americans?

*sobs*

And why, yes, I *will* feel like a tool if it's not on yet.

*sobs some more, goes to read a book*