A little earlier, I found myself very nearly uttering the phrase, "the ion source with the biggest tits in the world." I refrained, possibly out of some latent sense of good taste, but more probably out of a sense that the coworker to whom I was speaking at the time would *not* catch the Monty Python reference.

I keep thinking that it's Friday. Also, when I sat down in my first meeting of the morning, opened to a fresh page in my notebook, and dated it, the first thing that came out was "8/32/05". Um.

Today was my boss's last day at work. Next week we'll begin the search for my third (permanent) boss in a little over three years. Apparently, I wear 'em out. (Actually, her departure had nothing to do with me. She got an offer she couldn't refuse. It happens.)

What I really need at this point is a 3 day weekend. Fortunately, if I can make it through tomorrow (8/33/05?), I'll have one waiting for me.