The saddest part of my day is when I have completed checking all my sidebared blogs. It's like I have nothing else to look forward to.

Granted, this daily ritual usually lasts most of the morning.

I'm quite aware of the fact the next position I hold will probably not allow me to surf the Internet for four hours a day or more. I do realize how lucky I am, or was.

Come to think of it, though, all of the jobs I ever had gave me lots of surfing time. Maybe I'm just effiicient with my time? Probably not, but it is possible, isn't it?

Today is a perfect example. Even after being out of the office yesterday, I still don't have anything to do. Surprisingly, though, I did have a message on my phone this morning. That was pretty exciting. So, I returned that phone call. I opened a few pieces of mail, printed out the minutes of the last provincial board meeting, and, uhn, that's been about it. That's how it usually is here.

I got a fantastic compliment today from a school I was at a few weeks ago. They are writing me a letter of acknowledgement and recommendation, without any solicitation from me. Even though I know I am pretty useless in the office, get me in front of a bunch of horny 16 year olds and I am god.

In other news, I need sex. I have been without human touch for awhile, and I miss it. My vulva now has it's own heartbeat. It's always worse at work. I suppose all the sex blogs I check out have something everything to do with it. When I get home, I get scared of monster infestation, so I usually end up losing my mojo. Though, I must say, I spent last night on the phone with Mr. Wonderful, rubbing and twisting and teasing my nipples. He didn't know this, of course, but that was part of the fun.