Summer Help will be leaving in one more working week.

Hallelujah! Praise Jeebus!!

No more 9:30 - 2:00 8-hour shifts! No more half-assed work followed by complaints of being bored! No more girlfriends sleeping in his car (I kid you not)!

Yesterday I had to reinstall two lamps he changed in a fairly precarious place because they weren't working. My Colleague tells me that SH mis-installed many lamps at another building, always followed with, "Must be the ballast." It's like he heard the word "ballast" once and so now a bad one of those is immediately the cause of a non-lighting lamp. Something like "Installer Error" doesn't even exist.

But I won't complain anymore (I'm lying of course) because Ding! Dong! SH is gone!

I'm going in for a wee bitty overtime tomorrow. At least I hope it's a wee bitty. I have to install an automatic faucet in one of my tenant's bathrooms.

I felt kinda sick yesterday. Mother Panzo would call it "sickishfied". It might be from the doubled dose of Lovastatin the Doc has me taking now. I'll have to keep an eye on myself today and knock the dose back if it bothers me, then call the Doc on Monday (he's off on Fridays).

Right now, I'm really damn tired and that's one of the symptoms of adverse reaction. But then, that could be from Miss Significantly Other having the television on all damn night, too. I went to bed around 8:30 and the idiot box woke me up at midnight with MSNBC flashing more of yesterday's news across the bottom of the screen and calling it BREAKING NOW!!!!!!1.

I mean, if they can't tell the truth about the status of a news story (it was known for hours and hours that the mine rescue people had lowered a mic into the pocket where we all hope the miners are, alive), how are we supposed to trust the information in the story?

Anywho, I've strayed from the gist of the title so I'm going to leave you now, both of you.