Well, fuck.

As I was on the phone, chatting away, Toto was downstairs eating a can of hardened hamburger grease that he got out of the bag of garbage that the cleaners left in the entry way.

The vet is very concerned of pancreatitis, because of the amount he ate. I couldn't get him to vomit, so I just fed him some bread in hopes that it will soak up some of the grease.

edit: No hugs necessary. Just feeling stupid. But, he'll be fine. It just might cost me several hundred dollars.

Holy CRAP, I am in a seriously shitty mood.

(contemplates sneaking off to drink a beer or two before going home)

vw, I am glad that Toto will be fine. But boo on the vet bills and stuff. I'm really sorry about that.

Damn. Wish I was still in the city. I'd totally go meet Nora for a beer!

I wanna meet Nora for a beer.

So flipping bored. Can't leave early as we are having our "team lunch". Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Fuck, I'm tired. This damned cold is still hanging on and screwing with my sleep. I nodded off for a second while I was talking to a customer and found myself typing a description of the weird half-dream I was having into the case notes.

Yes, I can sleep-type. I just pray I wasn't sleeptech-supporting, or god knows what I told him to do to his computer.

Stop calling in, you people who own our program! Go spend time with your families, it's the holidays, dammit!

(contemplates sneaking off to drink a beer or two before going home)

If your plan was to stop in at the Works, I'll be there after 2 for a little while.

t /enabler

Sssshh! The blocking software suddenly started letting b.org in again today! Keep it quiet so IT doesn't catch on! See you guys when I've caught up on the 87 kajillion posts I'm behind!

Oh, the first place I read was Beep Me, so Huge Congrats to JZ, Hec, Emmett, and Matilda!!

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::accidentally trips over big stack of emtpy cans::

Toto was downstairs eating a can of hardened hamburger grease that he got out of the bag of garbage that the cleaners left in the entry way.

IOBeerN, I just dropped a bottle of beer on the floor. Turns out they open nicely when you do this. Drenched the floor and much of me in beer. Good thing I hadn't cleaned the kitchen sink yet. Still, I expect my house to smell like a brewery tomorrow when mom comes.

Oh, and mom isn't coming now until tomorrow. Frankly, I am okay with this. I *still* am cleaning and getting ready so having the evening just to myself in a clean house with a sore back sounds better than being entertaining.

A cute boy offered to help me load the firelog boxes into my car. Why didn't I take him up on it? And then bring him home to get them up the stairs? Boxes are fifty freaking pounds each and I bought three. I sense a shower and a Flexeril and a heating pad once I finish my domestic duties.

Welcome back, Epic!