Mare is Tired. The End.

I put in almost 11 hours today, and I am tired. And I put in 10 yesturday. Woot for overtime! People are getting to know my face. They dream of it nightly, and in their dreams they stab my face with the antennae of their cell phones. It's inevitable. I really can't help that there's construction on their road and that's it's lasting all week. Really, I'm at the bottom of the pole here. I have no authority. So far, the only person who hasn't seemed to notice any inconvienience is the guy with his cell phone glued to his ear every evening. I've seen him for three days in a row, and every day he stops, rolls down his window, makes some strange motion with his hand that evidently means 'tell me what you want' (while talking on the phone), and then smiles after I tell him, and continues on his merry way, still talking in his cell phone. He is the kind of guy who causes accidents. I'm just waiting to be called as a witness.

However, my Stupidest Person Award for the day goes to the kid in the van who, after I told him to stay on the left and go slow because there was cement on the right, roars down the right side of the road into the cement and THEN decides to move to the left. Great job, champ, you deserve an award. Now go drive into the lake. Your van needs to be washed.

Mark has an interview at NAIT tomorrow for admission, so keep your fingers crossed.

I'm done. Off to Bedfordshire.