What i can (and can't) accomplish in 2 hours

So my alarm didn't go off.
I got up at 11 instead of 9.
That left me with 2 hours before I had to go to work.

I got a shower, threw in a load of clothes, folded 2 loads, and put them away, sorted Obi's clothes between Closet (school) and Bureau(home) [Closet and Bureau, sounds like an X-Files fic], loaded the dishwasher, and started it on time-delay.

I got dressed, did my hair, went out for pizza and petrol (pizza and gas sounds icky), came home, threw clothes in the dryer, more in the washer, grabbed my three slices of 'za and went to work.

I never did find my glasses today.
Found 3 pairs of Mudd's, but never found mine.


In 3 hours at work, I've opened up (which involves 9 locks, 20 computers and a newspaper), run overdue notices and money reports, changed the paper in two printers, sorted out the interlibrary loan, and gotten my remixredux assignment.

It's a toughie, that last. But i have until mid-April.


thamiris, I think the words stopped. Or the drug is blocking my access. I can't even think to write.

blah

So, I have 45 minutes and nothing to do. All the stats and reports and etc. are done.

It's flippin' cold in my office.

No writing inspiration.
The kids are abed, hubby is tinkering with linux.

Note to vid folks: if you tried to download a Mudd video in the last week and failed, please try again. We just moved webservers and operating systems, and Mudd just caught a flaw today.

( What you wouldn't give for those kid fears )