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Oh, dear.  The weather outside is decidedly unpleasant.  Or, to put it another way, it's crappy out.

I was fine with the rain last night, I like the sound of rain.  But the thunder put me a tiny bit on edge.  I'm not a big fan of storms.  I spent the last one with my headphones on to drown it out.

It's just a bit windy this morning, now, though.  That's fine.

Thank god my other boss is back from her vacation today.  Now the two crabby old women can piss and moan at each other and leave me the hell alone.  I just want to do my damn job and get out of there. 

Ari and I saw Eragon yesterday, and admittedly, I wish I hadn't read the book first.  It's a good movie on its own, and I could have enjoyed it more if I wasn't busy lamenting all the changes and simplifications.  I wanted more Murtagh and less Arya.  But Jeremy Irons... dear sweet god, Jeremy Irons.

Jeremy Irons, people.  Oh, and Robert Carlyle.  He scared the living shit out of me.  I love him too.

Oh, hellshitbuggerybollocks, I need to go to work.