I can't read more than a few entries of Facebook right now. The staunchest liberals, the ones who have been most vehemently opposed to the war in Afghanistan are currently the ones doing the most egregious fist-pumping regarding Osama bin Laden's death. I'll go back to Facebook to do actual reading in a week or so. Right now, I can't bring myself to do it and I'm only responding to direct messages and friend requests.
I continue to do my receptionist's job for him, the novelty of which is wearing thin. Increasingly, coworkers are coming to me with requests that are theoretically in his purview because he can't be trusted to do them. Boss keeps telling me to give more stuff to receptionist... which I can't do if I don't want to spend twice as long fixing whatever he has fucked up than it would have taken me to do it in the first place.
However, these things aside, my life is excellent. I have love and friends and happiness. Just a few points of irritation that, all things considered, could be worse.
But they're *really* irritating.
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