(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.

Yeah, March is the nastiest one. You know winter is over and it *will* be warm, but you've got to suffer through the cutting winds and unexpected snow for one more month.

Although in some places you can get both in the space of a week. Adds to the torment.

Wow. Pictures. Wow. I'm like speechless. Too much hawt and cute and just wow.

My Thursday is being kinder than any other day so far this week. Things are actually looking up. Kinda nice.

Really P-C, just one little dinner with Teppy's boy (drag -- yes!) and your parents, and you'd get written approval to start making out with white she devils, right in front of them, from here on in.

In meme news, I had nasty, exhausting dreams last night and woke up sore. Bleh.

Kristin, did you get any feedback on your sleep study, yet?

Never liked T.S. Eliot, and I think the number of times I had to study Prufrock is what did it, but what cemented it was how wrong he was about the cruelest month. It has always been March for me, in spite of some close family birthdays. It is usually the "all the shit I haven't gotten done coming home to roost" month, but as we've seen, it often blooms further into all sorts of unpleasant asstasticness.

::narrows eyes at March::

Soon you'll be history, month. Don't let the door hit you in your lamb-y ass on the way out.