The One Good Thing about Night Audit

I actually have the time and means to update my blog. What I'll update it with I don't know; my non-work life is blissfully simple right now, consisting mostly of eating, sleeping and watching British TV - and being so happy and content that it's almost painful.

I've been reading Russell Brand's My Booky Wook over the past few days and finding myself, as well as wanting to track the author down and give him a hug, so moved by it that (there isn't a that. It's just that you shouldn't have a so without one). I can't really connect with the specifically drug-abuse-related aspects of the book, but the emotions he writes about and with are crystal clear to me. I'm getting into the bits about rehab and taking life one day at a time, and feeling a bit of a tit for being actually inspired by an inspirational book, which I know is a stupid attitude to have - but I think that anyone who has been exposed to the Canadian version of inspirational literature will understand my reluctance to be moved by any inspirational literature.

I'm rambling. One of the bad things about night audit: by the time I've done all my work for the night and read a bit and completely exhausted all of the new content on roflrazzi.com and all of it's affiliates (guilty secret), I'm usually a bit too tired to actually make sense on my nothing blog posts. No matter; only 37 minutes to go, unless my relief is late again.

The day before yesterday I was here an hour later than I was supposed to be, yesterday, an hour and a half. Since I got to Jasper, I've been showing up to work hung over more than I ever have in the past - but at least I'm showing up. I usually have to run to make it to work on time, but I still manage it. Oh well. Can't have everything, and I'm resolved not to complain too much on account of wanting time off in the near future and possibly needing something to barter with.

Also, I'd love to know why I'm so effing hungry.

A Super-Quick Post

I've just applied for 900 (about 15) jobs in Jasper, which is all the jobs I qualify for, up to today.

I am absolutely bloody starving, and I need to find some food. We're out of almost everything.

Crap. I had another one, and I totally forgot. Oh! I know. I sold another FU, BP thing, this time, a shirt. Basically, I want to sell enough shirts that I can get my Russell Brand and Noel Fielding Shirt for myself.

I think that's it for now. Rhiannon is making pie, so I'm going to go eat some crust.

Me? Tired? Piffle!

Ok, yes, I was up until after four watching The Big Fat Quiz of the Year 2006 and True Blood and, yes, I am tired enough to be questioning whether or not those titles should be in italics, but on the whole... I forget what I was saying.

First: True Blood this week was about 8 million times better than last week. Of course, staring at a dead fly would probably be about 8 million times better than True Blood last week (except the parts with Eric).

Second: I am in love with Noel Fielding and Russell Brand - I don't know about separately, but definitely as a pair. That's why I was watching the quiz; other than them, it was kinda cute and kinda funny, but not worth two hours + of my time. They were brilliant, though, and I was so happy that they won.

I came to know about Noel Fielding because of The IT crowd, in which he stars for a few episodes. I thought at the time that his Goth make up looked more realistic than his not-Goth make up and now I know why. Then Rhiannon remembered seeing him on the quiz, and looked him up.

I'm starving, and it looks like I'm going to be riding Jethro into the office again, so I really should go. No rest for the wicked, I guess - or the people newly obsessed with random British men and vampires.