45...46...47...48...45...Crap, what number was I at?!
Today, the morning and evening shall be spent at work, with a 4-hour block in the afternoon devoted to me doing absolutely nothing. Tomorrow...IT begins. Right now I'm still not entirely sure if I'm going to try and crash earlier to accomodate the need to rise at around 4-4:30am, or if I'll just stay awake all night and be totally incoherent tomorrow evening. We'll see. If this little bit of nowhere features an entry tomorrow evening that looks like it was spammed by the Evidence Mice, then I probably went with option #2.
That, the Evidence Mice finally got to me.
In the meantime, almost everything's been prepped that can be prepped, so I have little to worry about...at least it had better be little. The next 24 hours will be rather gruelling though not quite in a Jack Bauer "
24" sort of way. (A series which, as Mel & I have recently discovered, is second only to crack in terms of being dangerously addictive.)
I mean, a
24 could be done about our store inventory, but it would probably have to involve a nuclear bomb being hidden in one of our suitcases ("Say, should I call the guys who returned this yesterday and ask if they want their thermonuclear stuff back?"), and me having to shoot someone in order to get the SKU number off a missing tag from one of our purses.
All things inventory aside, Mel & I have been trying to find the chance to spend time together and enjoying the peculiar moments life can sometimes offer. Consider the following conversation we had yesterday while we were sitting on the couch.
Mel: "Well, the bunny seems happy to be let out of her cage for a bit."
Me: "Yeah, but I think Tachi's being a little rambunctious at the moment."
Mel: "What makes you say that?"
[Cue Tachi dragging the cover to one of our Gamecube games across the floor, right in front of us.]
Me: [watching Tachi] "Just call it a feeling."
posted by Phillip at 11:01 AM
