Bullets of Boredom at Work

• I finished The Secret Garden, but I should've waited to read it until spring was actually here. Like in July. My poor snow-covered daffodils.
• Now I am reading Happiness Sold Separately, by Lolly Winston. Naturally, it is about a married couple that are having problems and considering divorce.
• The book I read before The Secret Garden was also about a woman who had (temporarily, as it turned out) left her husband. I think it might be time to read some mysteries. They are rarely emotionally taxing. Or relevant to my life.
• I have yet to acquire an estimate for the work that needs to be done on the exterior of my house (replacing trim and siding). FF has promised to make some phone calls on my behalf this afternoon.
• The only thing holding up my mortgage at this point is that estimate.
• I am really, really sick of having a dumpster in my driveway. And I'm sure the neighbors aren't all that thrilled either. But we were holding onto the dumpster for use with the construction.
• When I'm bored I tend to eat for lack of anything else to do. Unfortunately, I have no cash on me and therefore cannot raid the vending machine. That leaves me with one granola bar until 5pm. I may have to resort to adding a few drops of water to a hot cocoa packet and eating the resulting paste with a spoon.
• If I get really desperate I could eat one of those nasty Peeps a co-worker brought in. I keep poking them, but could I actually eat one? Ick.
• I found and contacted yet another old friend via My Space. I can't seem to recall having hung out with him since we went to a PHISH show in Buffalo in October of 1996. Can it really have been that long? If so, it's been nearly that long since we've even talked or emailed.
• Was that the last PHISH show I went to? Apparently I can't remember. Either way, it was a good one and we had kick ass seats.