That's the thing about life, isn't it? How can something be so boring and extraordinary at the same time?
- George, "Dead Like Me"

God, there's like no air here.

It's supposed to be 37C today --- that's about 98.6F --- and there was this huge woman wearing a tweed jacket and pants. It made me cranky and irritable just looking at her. I wonder what she would have said or done if I'd tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Lady, you need to invest in some sort of summer wardrobe, 'cause this? It's just not working."

So, now I'm sitting at my desk, feeling oddly drained for someone who was practically comatose on the commute into work.

The Best Friend thinks it's the depression talking. She was telling me about how she goes through these spurts of energy and then she'll just go through days where she'll sleep all day. Oh, and then there's the mood swings.

Like, some days, you just want to fight someone.

I told her about how Dumpy Woman got a job interview at a government ministry.

"You sort of want to feel happy for her, but you also really just want the damn universe to cut you a break for once, you know?" she said.

To work for our government, you've practically got to have the word "LAZY" etched into your forehead. Me? I think I must have been a slave in a past life or something --- if I believed in past lives. I'm the kind of fuckwit who'll pretend to smile and say, "Sure!" when people ask me if it's okay to dump more work on me, even when I have more than I can handle. Hence, you can see why I would be wholly unqualified to work for the government.

There was this guy the Best Friend was dating who worked for the government --- in the ministry of finance. He was hardly ever at work, always taking a sick day or on vacation, yet he was always complaining about how stressed he was.

That sort of thing just makes me wish I owned a taser. (Though, I guess it doesn't say much about me if I'm willing to taser someone over something so small.)

So, anyway, Loudmouth Cousin put his four-year-old Holy Terror into day care for the summer, despite the fact that his parents are home. The sad fact of it all is that nobody wants to take care of the Holy Terror and paying for day care over the summer is worth every last penny --- even if Loudmouth Cousin's paying through the nose.

The Holy Terror, however, has been coming home all subdued and quiet and reluctant to go back the next day.

Loudmouth Cousin dismisses it as other kids bullying him.

Me? Maybe I've watched one too many episodes of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, but I always leap to the worst-case scenario...and isn't that what you're supposed to do? I mean, isn't that better than dismissing it and then, if, God forbid, it turns out something bad was happening, you can't say, "I had no idea..."

See, TV has value. You learn things.