Sunday.

Worked in the morning. Watched World Cup. Met colleagues for dinner. Razoo's. Cajun. Fried pickles. Loudest blond bartender I've ever heard laughing. My sister says I bark. I purr compared to this girl.

This morning I was again craving a tea the size of my head. Stopped at Whataburger for it. 44 ounces of iced caffeine. Cheaper than Starbucks. And it lasts for most of the day. I've decided to keep the cups. I'm stacking them. There are only two now - I decided to keep them this evening. When the the stack of cups on the kitchen floor is tall enough to bring home the amount of styrofoam I am responsible for depositing in the dumps, I imagine I will be able to kick the habit.

It is hot. Texas is hot. It is disheartening to see all these fabulous clouds - tall, promising clouds - all the while knowing that they will never produce rain. Too damned much sun here. The temperature is to crest 97 everyday from tomorrow until a week from Tuesday. 102 is the projected high for next Sunday. It's a good thing I can watch NASCAR from inside the hotel room. I might get out and about in the morning, but mornings aren't that much cooler. It's 86 right now, at a quarter to eleven. 86. It's hot all the time.

Work is stressful, but not in the same terrible way it has been the two weeks preceding. Lots of new people on the team means lots of questions to answer, program requirements to explain. Yesterday, I felt like DFW - folks circling, waiting their chance to land a question. I am not complaining, people who make shit up will get it wrong.

Sleep calls. Truth be told, it's been calling since about 8. Ah, the only drawback (besides losing the night-shift pay differential) to a daylight schedule - never getting enough sleep. Too many things to keep me up - t.v., books, movies, dishes, laundry, grooming (shaved my legs last night - rather it was more of a shearing), grocery store, blogging.