I know I'm not alone. Let's all sing together:

"Hell says hello, well its time I should go
To pastures green, that I've yet to see
Hurry back to me, my wild calling
It's been the worst day since yesterday."

Early this morning I decided to vacuum the office carpet. I was getting increasingly irritated with my employer D and co-worker J as they were badgering me about how to properly clean carpets. According to them, there's more to vacuuming then just moving the machine back and forth.

"What a pair of Sith Lords!" I say aloud, not thinking D would hear me over the roar of the vacuum cleaner.

To my dismay, D had heard. Stomping back to where I was cleaning, he says to me: "I was in earshot, Jessi. You're fired!"

Heh. Thankfully, it was just a dream, though I happened to be late for work that morning.

Thanks for the new facelift buddy!

NASA's Cassini-Huygens website is timing out (sob) and the European Space Agency's single photo of Titan's surface is a tease! Fie on their greed. Fie! Keeping those sacred images to themselves. Argh!

Ah well, there are 5 lovely pictures on the Space News Blog. I'll take what I can get.

Ever since I was a wee lass, I have been afraid of spideys. Their hard hideous bodies repulsed me! The thought of their furry legs scuttling across my arm terrified me! Then, one day... I got over it.

It happened almost a year ago. I decided to let a brown spidey, affectionately named Shelob, live in my shower. Her and I had a mutual agreement. I leave her alone, she leaves me alone and with that silent acknowledgement, we got along beautifully. Soon after, the terror towards her species left me and I found myself capturing the creatures in other parts of my house to place them gently outside. For seven months Shelob and I lived harmoniously together until she up and left, leaving her dusty web vacant.

The nerve of her! She didn't even say goodbye.

I mourn her loss, but also wonder if I have made a mistake. Shelob is gone, but there are more of her kind living in my bathroom now.

Yes, yes. That must be it. My genuine kindness to one spidey has invited more of them. Surely Shelob spoke fondly of me to the others in the strange and obscure places where spideys congregate. She must have given me generous reviews before the great Sage and Shaman Araknids at the spidey ceremonials in the woodshed.

Now, every corner in the bathroom has been taken up! Arachnophobia has not returned, but I've become a bit impatient. I simply can't house all the spideys in the world. I'm afraid, if they don't move out soon, I may have to commit mass genocide against them all...

Last summer, I took the Jung-Myers-Briggs test and after answering 70 or so questions it was determined that my personality type was INTJ. Interesting to read, but the summary didn't seem to describe me very well. It seemed at the time, that these tests were not unlike horoscopes. Very entertaining, but only partially true and I've never been the type to believe my lovelife or career is dictated by Venus or some other celestial body.

I was bored and to pass the last few minutes of my workday, I took the Jung test again, curious to see what my personality type might be this time. I had certainly made some significant transitions since August, feeling lately, that I have been turning slowly back into my chipper old self. Would the test reflect the difference? It's all in good fun, why not?

I was pretty pleased, actually quite delighted with the results.

"INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One might say they see life through rose-colored glasses. It's as though they live at the edge of a looking-glass world where mundane objects come to life, where flora and fauna take on near-human qualities."

Even in the most depressing state, I have a very colorful imagination to take refuge in. Bryn, a horoscope enthusiast, would say that as a Cancer, I retreat into my happy little shell. A nice parallel and I can agree. I still uphold that no individual can be summed up by 72 questions, but I admit that I'd gladly throw in my lot with Anne of Green Gables and Bastian of the Never-ending Story any day of the year!