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There's only me, there's only mine...

Yeah, we're back in the Siberian part of the weather cycle now. It was 9 degrees outside when I left the apartment and fired up the Sportage, and while Yahoo says it got up to 19 sometime today, I wasn't outside at all so I really can't say. It's 15 degrees now, out at the airport where nobody lives. Almost nobody. There's a few houses you could hit with a .22 from the end of the runways.

Cold or no cold, I need to do some grocery shopping. I'm out of milk, I could use more eggs, and if I'm going to do something with that can of pumpkin (like, make pumpkin bread) I should probably get some nutmeg, allspice and cinnamon so it doesn't taste like drakh. I'll probably go to Wal-Mart for it all, since I could really use a new toque, preferably one without a sports team logo or a funny-looking ball on top.

Got my quarterly chewing-out today from my supervisor, who is unhappy with my lack of initiative and attention to detail. She's right, of course, but I'm not much interested in being a Theory Y employee in a Theory X department. There's also the motivation problem - since I'm leaving here next July/August, it's really hard for me to care much about making long-term or even short-term fixes in things like the procedures manual. Well, I'll make a token effort to find more work to do, but I don't expect much to come of it; no matter what happens, I'm not going to make it to the top of Maslow's pyramid in this joint.

It's 1730 now, time to go out in the freezing cold and catch a bus. Hope the net don't break.