I Still Can't Believe It

This is a perfect description of how I feel at work pretty much every day. And this is pretty much how I feel about national politics. If you click on the image, it takes you to a pretty hysterically bad quiz about the differences between Bush & McCain. If you do well in the first two rounds, you get a quiz seeing if you can tell the difference between McCain and a partially rotten vegetable. DISCLAIMER: I'm an independant, which I believe means I think for myself - this may seem like a diss on the Republicans, but if you substitute any of the other candidates names on that banner, it applies just as well. Not trying to get into a political debate with anyone. Even though I haven't been traveling for work much in the last month, I've managed to stay wicked busy, mostly with the planning and preparation for being a bridesmaid in Anna's wedding last weekend. For anyone not in the know, Anna is a friend from high school who married another of my friends from high scho...

...but I'm not. It's ten-to-six and I still have two things I absolutely must get done before I can leave this god-forsaken computer alone for the 14 hours in between work days. So naturally, I'm here instead. I've developed some twitches lately. I've heard these come up as a result of stress and it's not like I haven't ever experienced a twitch, but never these body parts. Who's ever heard of a twitch in your ear lobe? Not really. My index finger on my right hand, my quad muscle on my left leg, my eye and my upper lip have taken turns twitching for extended periods over the last couple of weeks. They're minor irritations of course, but the index finger twitch is seriously affecting my typing and enjoyment of sitting at the keyboard for hours on end. I'll be sitting there with my fingers resting on the keys and out of nowhere, there's three J's out there on the screen from Sir Index Finger jumping up and down of its own accord. What's...