My apartment was just invaded by the plumber and the apartment manager (sweet old lady, but impossible to ignore).
SICK DAY, people.
But they're gone now, so I can resume napping in front of the Twilight Zone.
Said nap is open to interruption from the ENT, but at least his assistant has told me to go off the meds. That's great.
Did you need people to be interesting, Emily? I got nothing.
Though I am reminded that Marat Safin is a stone hottie.
I know the East coast just left work en masse and the Central people are getting ready for it, but this does NOT MEAN you can stop entertaining me in my time of chattiness.
I'm trying not to spork my clients and coworkers. I'm trying to decide if I'm going to stay and medicate with Cheetos, or if I should just go the hell home and medicate with beer and anime.
Obviously I must now obsessively check every shot for myself.
Okay, I know this seems paranoid, but I think I see me.
Safin does nothing for me.
Safin does nothing for me.
Perhaps you should be more polite.
pfft. If I have to be polite, it's not worth it.
Theo, the product in those pictures is gorgeous (July especially). But April's picture is
brilliant.
Did you need people to be interesting, Emily? I got nothing.
I need people to be freaked out with me! That person who looks very much like me is on the Web!
Actually, it looks like she's carrying a messenger bag, which I haven't for a while (and it looks like this is last summer sometime), so it's probably not me. But it could have been! Right there! Reading a paper! At the bus stop!
No, you're right, it's totally not paranoia-worthy. It's still weird.