Maybe my friend on Facebook was right this week when he was all “usually manic Mondays make for easy breezy Fridays” (or something like that).
Things have calmed way down at work, we did Christina Aguilera’s Candyman in Jazzercise today (one of my all-time favorite songs, which I played on repeat for 37 days straight when it came out), AND, I just had a seven-layer burrito (see: url).
Oh, and I got a new watch.
Just went ahead and splurged $13 of my hard earned moo-la (er, actually, my mom’s hard-earned moo-la. We all know I have no moo-la) on a lovely little silver watch, with pink gems around the edges.
Sure, sure, it annoys the crap out me and my wrist, and it’s really big on me because it’s a $13 watch, so I don’t know how to adjust the size, and I usually just end up taking it off and laying on my desk while I work – but GUYS, it’s so pretty.
It makes me feel like an old-fashioned grown-up from the days before clocks were on all our portable phone devices and people constantly looked at their wrist to indicate that a conversation was taking longer than it should.
Polite, yet totally to the point. Yay!
And, tomorrow, I’m slated to have lunch with one of my bestest friends (who’ll even be vegetarian for the day for Lent!) and I’m also supposed get out of work at reasonable hour (note: the preceding sentence just jixed any chance of me getting out of work at a reasonable hour). Plus! It’s pay day!
I have a good feeling about Friday, Feb. 26. I really do.
Holy pop-ups, can someone, somewhere in techland please kill Norton for me? A slow death that involves lazers, mace, tire marks, antibiotics and perhaps some sort of STD would be preferable, but a fast death also would suffice.
For realz guys. The stupid program is driving me insane.
Every 24 hours, it’s all HELLO! PLEASE RENEW NOW! HELLO! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! RENEW NORTON ANTI-VIRUS NOW! IF YOU DON’T RENEW RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND YOU’RE A HORRIBLE COMPUTER MOM! SO RENEW! NOW!!
I tried to tell it nicely that I’m too broke for such things. I tried to just click it away. But then, BAM. the next day, it’s back. It’s like an annoying co-worker who makes you nod along to his stories about beef jerky all the time. Everyday I say I’m not interested. But everyday they both come back.
I tried to delete the program, but it just gave me another pop-up saying I needed special permission. Seeing as how this is MY computer, the whole thing just made me hate it even more.
So then, I asked Google for help. But the suggestions I found there were slightly beyond what I felt comfortable doing to my Windows Vista, which isn’t really known for its ability to perform well under pressure and updates.
It’s almost as if Norton Antivirus has mutated into a virus that’s even more annoying than any of the viruses it’s not even protecting me from.
Kind of like how crutches make your arms hurt after you ankle heals. Except not at all. And worse.
I’m having one of those weeks where it takes every single ounce of will power left in my bones to drive past Taco Bell on my way home at night.
One of those weeks were my job is hard, church is hard, life is hard, and my days are so jam packed that they seem to run into each other like pudding.
One of those weeks where I get home, throw my coat on the floor, poke out my contacts, flop into my bed and talk to my mattress like I’m on an IKEA commercial.
One of those weeks where I’m too tired to even bother crying from the stress of it all. And blogging requires all the slivers of energy I have left. And I want to write about how much I hate everything and everyone, but all those things and ones probably read this.
One of those weeks where spring cannot get here fast enough. And every single Taylor Swift song on the radio annoys the crap out of me. And I don’t even have time to read about the TV I don’t have time to watch.
One of those weeks that cannot end fast enough even if it ended yesterday.
I’m having one of those weeks. And it’s still mostly Monday.