I think I used that one before as a title, but I’m sure I reused quite a few in the past 13 years or so.

Tired.

So tired.

I’m sick again.

Cold.

Not sure if it relates to the cold that I had about a week ago, but here I am again.

Coughing. Sniffling. Sneezing. Body Aching.

Fun times.

Fun times, indeed.

Tired.

Fatigued.

Blah.

* * *

It’s cloudy today.

Gray.

Home.

It’s a nice day to cuddle up at home and not do anything. That’s the plan. That’s how I imagine my day going.

Nothing.

No work.

No thinking.

Just watching whatever movies or shows that I want to watch.

Nothing.

Just nothing.

I don’t want to think.

I don’t want to work.

Nothing.

Nothing.

* * *

It’s time to visit the regions again.

Atlanta will be the first one and I will not participate.

I won’t be back into the office until they need me there, so I won’t have to go.

I don’t mind going. I really don’t, I would rather go by myself.

It’s just that the main help desk guy that goes isn’t too great and he volunteered himself to go and since I can’t go, it leaves the other main system guy to go.

They don’t get along well, so someone will have a talking to and another guy will go.

He’s good. I like him and I think he’ll do great.

He can troubleshoot and problem solve and act quickly without much help.

I’m curious on how it’ll go, but I think it’ll be fine.

Dallas will be the next one. That’s a whole office move to a new location.

That’ll be a bitch.

It’ll be good though. They won’t get robbed again.

It’s been an interesting year this year, to say the least.

Work is winding down where it is manageable, but there’s fucking problems.

Of course there’s fucking problems.

Always fucking problems.

Microsoft. SharePoint.

Slow at intermittent times and there’s rhyme or reason as to why. Fucking ass. They’re help desk isn’t helpful.

There’s so much pressure for this to succeed and we are blind and clueless as to what the problem is.

No insights from anyone.

None.

* * *

I was home Thursday.

Sick.

It was May 10.

The dreaded day.

I only realized the day while I was walking Pickles.

Thankfully I was so out of it that day I didn’t think too much of it.

I slept most of the day.

I was tired.

But, it’s May.

It’s the dreaded month.

I think I’m okay.

I think I’m well.

I’ll survive.

I’ve been doing it.

* * *

I’m over it today.