Well, sorry about that ... but glad we get to keep you!

I'm just angry and frustrated with work. I never wanted to take the job, but got backed into a corner. Now, they're fucking with me (not with me deliberately, they'd be fucking with anybody), and I'm unhappy. I'm starting to feel like I felt with my law firm. Let the depressive spiral begin! whee!

Yes, I've been noticing a certain level of frustration. And I think I have to change jobs - my boss (who started when I was out recuperating from my stroke) has made it clear she's not happy with me or my work. I'm not sure if she's TRYING to kill me or if that would just be an additional benefit.

So I'm happily dreaming away, and I'm on a bus somewhere, looking for one of my shoes. And who should appear on the bus but Billy Idol, who's going to be doing a concert at the entertainment complex we're parked outside in a couple of hours, but he's bored and wandering around. He invites me to go to a movie with him after the concert, because he never gets to see movies when he's on the road and he wants company. Of course I accept.

We go over to the VIP entrance to the complex and look at the listing of movies available, hoping for something with some violence. This being Utah, however, all we've got are comedies, kid stuff, and chick flicks. I wander off while he's deciding what to get tickets for. When I come back, he doesn't have tickets. He does have a shopping bag for Mervyn's, which, he says, contains something he got for me. I say that since I know Mervyn's it can't be anything too odd, and he grins--

--At which point, my cat wakes me up as he barfs up a hair ball on the bedroom floor, and I miss whatever Billy Idol and I were going to do after the show!!!

Somedays I could kill my cat.

Ugh for work stress for my Bitches!

My twins! Oh sheeesh I want to bite their cheeks. Thanks so much, lisah.

You're welcome!!!! I brought my camera over yesterday just so I could get pics for you! (and my mom who can't make their b'day party next weekend)

I cut off the tip of my right index finger yesterday and ow and it'smaking typieng hard. and ow

Ouch, how did you cut yourself?

I cut myself peeling ginger with the very cute monkey holding up a vegetable peeling blade (a la Lloyd Dobbler) vegetable peeler that I got for xmas. Cute but DEADLY!

Dr. friend (aka twin babymomma) says to put bacitracin and gauze on it but all I had was novelty pirate bandaids. Hopefully i haven't caught plague. I'll go get proper first aid supplies today.

Hopefully i haven't caught plague.

Or scurvy.

Arr.

Or scurvy.

I thingk i'mm safe from that (ARRGH CAN'T TYPE W/ GIMPY FINGTER)...I cut it imaking something called 7 Vegetable Jafreeza (...something like that...it's Indian and spicy and delicious..which it had better be because i sacrificed part of one v important finger for it)