I downloaded a Counting Crows song. Worse, I'm listening to it over and over. I'm so gross I can barely live with myself. But I love it. Really though, I'm much more embarassed by this than by my little Justin Timberlake obsession. C'mon--the Counting Crows? How much worse can it get? Don't answer that. The song is "A Long December", for what it's worth.

Fine, I just switched to Pearl Jam. My mind is clearing. Thirty minutes of Counting Crows is enough.

I messed up big at work. I think I'll edit this just to be safe. No need to court trouble.

You know, my job would be difficult under the best circumstances. But there are several extra layers of bullshit that I have to deal with on an almost daily basis that make things even weirder. Normally it doesn't get to me, but right now I'm very tired of the racism and sexual harassment and the workload and ineptitude and total lack of caring and the constant lack of support and excuse-making.

Phew. Maybe I just needed to vent.