I'm sitting on my ball. That's the one good thing in my world today.
So much of the magic that is my job happens on Ivan. That's what I call my computer. It's short for "Ivan the Terrible."
It should be noted that it's not really the computer's fault. Between our IT department (run by a hunky yet helpless individual named, appropriately, Christopher) and the company that hosts our Internet services, I am swinging madly at the end of my rapidly fraying rope.
I'm gonna need more coffee, a large brick wall against which to bang my head, and a big margarita. Just drop them off in the lobby.