Um. Yeah. Didn't need to be said twice.

Instead I shall use this space to rectify the fact that I have not yet drooled over the utter hawtness of Plei's new hair and Cass & Jilli at the Vampire Ball. Guh.

Between love-singing Christopher and Tep's night in bed with the Boy, I am so thoroughly slain I can't even begin to convey my slainitude. Not to mention all the glorious Em and Cass and Jilli and Plei pictures and the arrival of the package of Buffista love for the Miracleborns.

Clearly, March is full of shame about how badly it fucked up yesterday, and is doing its best to make amends. And, March, you have a long, long way to go and only two more days to do it in, but I have to admit that this is a decent start.

MAN would it be fun to watch P-C's mom's head explode when he sent her a picture!

(Especially if The Boy was in drag. IJS.)

Headdesk

The sh*t is hitting the fan at work. I'm on the fringes of it (though I have talked with my boss's boss and she has my back). I may go and work from home to avoid this.

Blarg.

(Especially if The Boy was in drag. IJS.)

Oh, that's totally what I was picturing.

Suzi, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm all for going home and avoiding the ick.

Just power struggles between the higher-ups. But I'm the accounting grunt who can open and close project numbers so I have one side asking me to do one thing and another side telling me the opposite. That is why I called my management and said "I think plan A is the right thing I need your support".

A (different) annoying cow-worker just called me "karate kid" due to my Asian-inspired jacket and wondered "what's the deal with the jacket?" "Um, I like it?" Fool.

I was reading a local free weekly (The Weekly Dig,) and it had an article about the month (March) in review. They don't generally do this for most months, it's not like a regular thing or anything. So, I read this and think of the Buffista fists shaken at March:

If February was the loud, overmedicated playground bully who always got sent to the principal's office, March was the mute who sat in the back of the class, sulking, drawing on stuff, and pulling his own figernails out - you know, creeping the shit out of everybody, but not really hurting anything. Until, that is, March kidnaps your cat and barbecues it in a Satanic ritual. It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

My hatred of March is quite old. It started screwing around with me when I was a teenager and never stopped.