And Just When You Start to Have a Spring in Your Step. . . .

the bottom falls out again.

The receptionist quit. Again.
And guess which lucky bitch gets to pick up all the slack of the extra responsibilities?

Oh aren't I lucky?
Tomorrow, I am finally going back to the gym, now that the new location is up and running.
I am hoping if my physical state improves some that maybe my emotional state will follow.

I am open to suggestions for a new book and/or series of books to read.
I finished the entire collection of Sookie Stackhouse novels in less than a week. Damn my fast reading. I've realized that I don't quite feel so blah when my mind is getting some exercise beyond world news on MSN.com or the occassional Cosmo.
Considering that most mainstream news and magazines are written no higher than 7th grade level, I've decided as a culture we have become complacent. We're ok with being dumb. We skip over words we don't know, rather than looking them up (not that you actually have to know how to use a dictionary anymore, just dictionary.com. . . . and thanks to the magic of Microsoft, you can spell it dikshunarie and you'll probably find it)

Today, my assistant proofread a paper for me.
And found a typo.
And corrected the typo with incorrect grammar.
Nice.

My list of 101 is nearly done and will be coming soon.