It was a beautiful October-type morning, even though it felt like it was still way too early to be awake. The fog was thick, so all the street lights glowed a diffused yellow. We couldn't see beyond the buildings across the street, so there were no mountains or anything beyond, like we were living inside a cloud, or had been removed from the planet by some alien magic. When vehicles came up the road the headlights would glow like some mythical monster-eyes in the thickness. The only thing that was missing was the smell of woodsmoke for the nostalgia factor.

And despite this I dragged the dragging butt off to work today AND made it all the way through, though barely. (Three days down, two to go.) J went home early because one of his fingers had swollen up so badly he couldn't even type. The damp weather really screws with his joints. I thought about going home early too, but I figured the migraine'd go away soon enough. No such luck, I spent the last half of the day squinting and eye-watering at the monitor. I emailed my TL to see if tomorrow off would be a huge issue, and she said that I was going to be given a PIN for the day off I had to take because of the bus strike. (PIN being a "disciplinary" tool the company uses... pff) I am so not agreeing with that. J didn't get pinned for it, and neither did many others - seriously, circumstances beyond my control. Of course, it's not like I tried so hard as to put myself out a full days wage to take a freaking taxi to work, but hey, there's a limit.

I got off a little late today because I had a customer call in at 2:58. Urgh. But that only meant I didn't have to wait too much longer for the bus that went to the Royal Oak exchange. Lucky me the 6 wasn't far behind either, so I was home at 4. I've been sitting in my captain's chair (really a cat-clawed and near-to-dead old chair I found out by the dumpster about a year ago) catching up on my blog reads. Starting to feel more relaxed now, and I'm hoping that this migraine that's creeping around the edges of my vision will just *fuck off* before tomorrow.

OMFG! This makes me sick, really it does. (Link via freakgirl, one of my current repeat reads.) Seriously, these children really have no idea what kind of crap their singing about, and there's no way they have any idea about the real world, not if they're getting home-schooled by their "white nationalist" mother. Ugh...

On a completely different note, I had another idea for a "novel" for NaNoWriMo. I'm going to scribble that outline now, and then probably curl up in bed with my book, if I can read, or just sleep.

word count: 532
on my winamp: Juno Reactor - Mona Lisa Overdrive