Even after a troubled sleep last night, and feelikg like ass this morning, that song still manages to make me happy.

Some of my restlessness last night had to do with a conversation I had with my boss yesterday:

Me: Hey, guess what? (I was just going to tell her some work related news about a conference I am organizing for September).

Her: What? Oh my god. What? Is it bad news? Are you leaving? If you're leaving, I'll fucking kill you.

*gulp*

That eventually led to thoughts of my interview on Friday. Though I am not as excited about this job as I was about my current one, this job would be highly convinient, logistically speaking, so in that sense, I really have a hunger for this job.

The last reason I was up all night is that last weekend, I pulled a muscle in my foot while walking on the beach with my sistah, and it fucking HURTS. It's on the fleshy part of hurt, so it doesn't hurt, unless I walk. Ha. This is problem considering it is my main source of transportation. It's not so bad that I can't walk, but by the end of last night, after an evening on my feet, my little foot was screaming.

Speaking of small things making bit noises, I think Sexy may have swallowed a chainsaw. That's the only explanation I can think of for the ghastly purring that comes out of the little beast. The happier she is, the louder it gets, and she's mighty happy when I'm trying to sleep.

My morning coffee is kicking in, so I've lost some of my will to rant and rave. I have to get ready for a teleconference I'm having this afternoon. I will write again before the end of the day, though. No fear!