I’m trying to get some editing done at work right now but I keep getting distracted. I seem to be suffering from severe work stress for the first time in ages. My direct supervisor is stepping down. As I sit and contemplate possible replacements, the burning in the pit of my stomach keeps getting worse and worse. I’m thinking we have a month left before the new commander steps in, so I suppose I have until then to get my act together. Somehow I can’t seem to shake this overpowering sense of dread that has taken over.

Listening to this Yellowcard CD is distracting as well. I’ve been mulling over the evolution of my music tastes for the last few days, and this CD is just, well, disappointing. I’m still trying to reserve my judgment. I think I’m just a little too old for songs about being 23, growing up to be just like dad, or dropping out of college to move to California.

I watched the movie I Capture the Castle last night. I remember loving the book, but the movie wasn’t all that great. I’ve skimmed the first two-hundred pages of the book this morning and it seems that the movie was a pretty accurate adaptation so I suppose the book just lost some of its magic on the screen. Tonight I’ll be watching Underworld, which I’m expecting will be a complete disappointment (though my fingers are crossed).

Tomorrow I’ll probably head to Borders for something decent to read. It passes the time.

Oh, and I’m hacking my Wish List to pieces at this rate.