Today sucks, and it's barely twelve.
'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
agreed, erika. my co-workers and i looked at the clock earlier and were amazed that it was only noon. time moves too slowly when you aren't having fun.
The cable guy just left. He found nothing wrong, so what are the odds that my cable signal is going to go out again now that he is gone?
Double poop. Tonight Jon Stewart is at the South Beach Comedy Festival, and I didn't know about it ages ago to get tickets.
How in the hell is it not the end of the day?
How in the hell is it not the end of the day?
We're on Molasses Standard Time.
In Baseball news, all the stat crunchers are indicating (a) the Red Sox are going to win a lot of games next year (99-100) and (b) the A's offense SUCKS. Not one player with slugging percentage pegged over .500. OMG, we're going to be lame. It'll be back to pre-Frank Thomas land.
YAY! I found a tortilla warmer! My life is complete.
Why am I so starving today? I just ate way more for lunch than I usually do, and I still feel like I haven't eaten in days.
Mine's going pretty fast (not quite fast enough since I'm not at the bar annoying the hell out of Mr. Jane), but I think that's because we have a huge national meeting here, and I keep having to do stuff for it in addition to having to explain to the new people "How Things Are Done."
How in the hell is it not the end of the day?
It's the end of the day for me, and I can honestly say that some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints.
I'm normally off on Friday, but I got called in today. No babysitter, so Mal came with me. He was decent, actually, but it's really hard to get work done and prevent your toddler from pissing off your co-workers or hurting himself or just melting down.
After I finished up, I didn't have time to drive to the store and do a big grocery trip (I haven't really bought groceries in 2 weeks and we have no food). I took Mal and hit the small stores near the embassy and got almost enough for the weekend. According to the pedometer, this was 3 miles of walking.
After this I drag Mallory into the bathroom with me, and he will not stay on my lap. All he wants to do is roll on the floor and crawl under stall doors. I'm holding him to prevent this, and he kicks and thrashes and knocks the little trash can off the stall wall...and grabs a tampon sleeve.
::sigh::
My life, it is glamourous.