I'm having a morning. I went to pull my nylons on and lost all energy at my knees. That is the kind of morning I'm talking about.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
This morning so far I have - Fallen up the stairs on the way to the canteen, and I now have a bruised thigh and boob; dropped my microscope on the floor, flung a cup of tea all over the floor and myself, and cut my finger with a knife while slicing an orange.
Why was I allowed leave the house this morning?
t carefully wraps Jars in bubblewrap
OK, I am about out of patience. I've been trying to get hold of various medical people ... for TWO WEEKS. They're never available when I call and they refuse to call back. I was on hold - for nearly ten minutes - and had to put my call on hold to answer the phone. (I'm the only one in the office today.) Got this guy who was sloooow ... when I finally got him off the phone, I went back to my call ... just in time to hear someone hang up on me. argh! I'm back on hold ... seven minutes so far.
Is there some kind of rule that doctors do not return calls ever?
Sorry, Jars. I was supposed to keep you from leaving the house, but I was asleep on the job.
Eta: arg, Toddson! How frustrating.
Also, nice pics, vw!
Dear Self:
Next year, you are buying Emeline's costume.
Signed,
Exhausted self who was up until midnight making the damn thing and then finished it at quarter of eight this morning.
Oh, wow. Bad morning in Bitch Land. I hope everyone's day gets better. Bubblewrap and hugs all around.
carefully wraps Jars in bubblewrap
I'd just find a way to suffocate myself.
Or spend all day, erm, popping yourself.