Timelies, Bitches! Happy V-Day!
I have taken tomorrow off so that I can stand in line at the DMV. Car stuff -- especially when it's DMV stuff -- is the adult responsibility that makes me want to quit and crawl back to my parents' house, begging them to take me in. (They'd point, laugh and lock the door.)
I am SO with you on this. Though, MA RMV is actually fairly organized, though I still hate having to go there, or worse, call them to find out what I need before I go there.
But, now I have a good buddy there--the title supervisor. The last time I went in to see her she said to one of her co-workers, "We better get this right this time, because if this customer has to come in another time, we're going to have to offer her a job."
In CA you could make an appointment at the DMV, which helped tremendously, but didn't cure me.
How are you feeling today, Ms. Bug? Got enough DVDs to entertain you while you get some rest?
How are you feeling today, Ms. Bug?
Really crappy, actually. I was hoping to go to class this morning, but it just ain't happening. And I called into work too. It looks like I'm on house arrest until school next Tuesday. YAY.
Got enough DVDs to entertain you while you get some rest?
Yeah. And cable. And On Demand. And Netflix. And papers to write. I'll be good. I need a new pillow, though. Mine has turned into a pancake and is so uncomfortable.
Get well ~ma, vw.
Maria, insent to your gmail account about lunch next week!
t First World Woes
WHERE, OH WHERE, IS THE FOOD DELIVERY GUY WITH MY CAESAR SALAD, MY CHICKEN SATAY AND MY SAUSAGES? IT IS NEARLY 9.30PM! I ORDERED IT AT 7.30PM!
weakly shakes tiny fist at sky
t /First World Woes
Seriously, though - not cool! Hungry hungry hungry now!
fluffs vw's pillow
kicks Fay's delivery guy in the ass
eta: yay it worked!
Aww, I brought candies to the biker guys next door. Collected Valentine's Day kisses and hugs. I have the nicest office mates. They are always doing stuff for me so it was good to have an excuse to bring them sweets.
Looks like Fay got her dinner... Yay!
Gronklies, all. And Merry Valentine's Day.
Valentine's Day. Bah, humbug. I hope it's a happy day for everyone, despite the ads that imply that our lives would be perfect if only we had a man buy us jewelry. I don't even want a man who buys me jewelry. I want a man who buys me power tools.
Get better, Bug. Rest. Drink plenty of fluids. My mother believes in the magical power of tea. I believe in the magical power of ice cream.
I am still fooling with the office and I am about to drive the dog insane. There is dropping things and losing things and toe stubbing and much profanity. He usually ends up retiring to his crate and looking accusingly at me.
