Nine minutes before I get off work. What could I possibly say in nine minutes that is actually worth reading? Not much I’m sure, but at least I warned you.

I think I got used to Paul being gone a little faster than I imagined. It’s not that I don’t miss him anymore, I just don’t seem to be thinking about it every fifteen minutes. Major improvement.

I still haven’t done much reading, or any layout making, or any cleaning. Where does the time go? I mean really, I come home from work and the next thing I know I am in bed. I hope that I can seriously one day not work. If that requires shooting a baby or two out, then by god I guess that’s what I’ll have to do. I love my job (cept on Monday) by all means, but I’m pretty sure I’d love staying at home more.

On another random note, I’ve lost a bit of weight recently. I can’t help but notice that people are nicer to me… I should so take it to Tyra. Fucking Tyra Banks… I hate her, but I love her all at the same time.

If you will excuse me I’ve reserved the last two minutes of my work day to close applications and shut down my computer. Logging off!