I wouldn't find this half as cool if neron hadn't lent me the first four Sandman books (I shall hump his leg at a later date*). As it is, minnaloushe makes me squeal with glee, as she is the cutest Death EVAR.
Job is slowly dwindling into nothingness. They've cut everyone's hours to 25 this week, and they'll be cutting them further. My paycheck will be TEH SUCK. In three weeks it's estimated that the project will be over. Joy. There is a possibility that I can find a job in some other project at West, but I'm not trained for anything besides Wells Fargo, so I'm not sure. They do want to keep us around if possible in case mortgage rates go back down and they need people on the phones again, but there's no telling whether or not that'll happen.
Back to job-hunting, then.
*I've really got to be careful about repaying debts in this manner. Because I know I'm going to forget, and sooner or later they'll all come to collect, and I'll have to take a three-year sabbatical from whatever it is I'm doing to have sex with countless people who have loaned me books or drawn me pictures in the past.
... it just struck me as rather odd that I would consider that an inconvinience. But I would. Think how tiring that would get.
I'm also fairly certain no less than three people claim rights to my firstborn. Perhaps the simplest way to figure that out would be to grind it up and divide by weight... Or to never breed. That works as well.