Sitting at work, listening to 'a trance tribute to the 80's', as being sufficiently interesting to occupy my brain but not so interesting that I can't write. My legs are tired but I'm for once not sleepy, having slept late this morning. Later than I wanted to, really, but the night before my allergies went on another all-out rampage, and the Benadryl I took to make them behave knocked me flat. Oh, well, I say blithely. I clearly needed the sleep. It's nice not to have to struggle to keep my eyes open.

There was no entry yesterday due to being in Santa Cruz for a workparty thing. Which was nice, nicer than I expected. The drive to Santa Cruz was surprisingly quick, and I wandered around downtown before most things were open, and then there was breakfast at Zachary's, books at Logos, back issues of Animerica at Atlantis, the carousel and four games of Centipede at the boardwalk, a brief tour of Gretchen's garden, chocolate at Donnelly's, and then a long and curious drive into the middle of nowhere, as that is where Omi lives. We all hung around in Omi's beautiful living room, pleasantly limp, and ate yet more food (chocolate mousse cake and a fruit tart) and played two games of Mafia. I love Mafia; I should teach it to all my friends.

After all of this fun I drove back to civilisation and home to drop off my spoils and then to gaming, which was nice and brainless. And home, very tired, to crawl into bed and fail to cuddle Jim because my allergies were just so bad that I couldn't move my kleenex-filled hand away from my nose for more than thirty seconds at a time.

I'm stressed, so I forgot all about this for hours. I am stressed because we are going to Roseville tonight, when I feel deeply I should be staying home with my house and my cats. I am stressed because it finally sunk in to everyone's heads that we cannot go to Las Vegas next weekend without tickets, and by this point tickets are very expensive, so there had to be much negotiation until we finally scheduled it for the second weekend of July. I'm stressed 'cause I'm hunting for a job and there's a slim possibility that I could work for a company I really admire doing something that (in theory at least) sounds very cool, and I can't do anything except wait for my resume to get handed to the right people. I'm stressed because I need to game tonight and I feel emotionally exhausted by all this stress.

There are solutions to this. I have a good one; finish up this paragraph and then go home and play with the new washer & dryer (which arrived at 6:45 this morning, poor Jim). Get some laundry done. Get packed for Roseville, so I feel more on top of things. Eat something. I didn't really have lunch today, for reasons of sheer lameness. I've been too scattered to keep listening to my music. Oh, do I ever hate days like this.

All right, enough is enough. I have completed my virtue by arranging a reservation for Paul's birthday dinner, although it may be far too late and need to changed. I am going home now, even though it's insanely early, to do laundry and vent some stress so that I can have a good evening & weekend. Maybe I'll even take a nap while my laundry is in, since despite feeling awake this morning I am now having to work to keep my eyes open. Silly eyes.