Ok. You knew it was coming.
I hate math.
Also, I hate how insomnia tortures my dear friends.
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Ok. You knew it was coming.
I hate math.
Also, I hate how insomnia tortures my dear friends.
I hate playing this sleep/no sleep game. Hate it.
I hear ya, sister. But the nice side benefit to having worked out yesterday, even as limited as it was, was that I slept-- I mean, slept hard for the first time in what seems like forever.
I'm still a little groggy this morning. (Not to mention stiff) but wow.
I slept but had the oddest dreams. ODD. I don't normally remember my dreams so that made it doubly as odd.
Am at work and seem to be the only one here, other than my boss's boss. Gonna be a loooooooooooooong day.
A while back I was driving on the freeway through downtown and there was a guy in the next lane who was texting while driving a motorcycle. Seriously. It was night so you could see the lit screen clear as day.
ION,
There's some not happy shit going down my way. I could use some decision~ma, even though the decision has really basically been made, and some serious get-through-these-next-few-days ~ma to to back it up.
Oh, brenda, tons of ~ma, any kind you need!
brenda, all kinds of ~ma to you.
a guy in the next lane who was texting while driving a motorcycle.
....
Wow.
Sportbike? Was he wearing flip-flops and a t-shirt (no leathers), too? (I realize probably not in Chicago in January, but that's the level of decision-making in evidence here.)
Seriously, I have no idea how you could do that. Unless the... No, still no idea.
Yeah, we were kind of boggled. (By sportbike, do you mean the ones I know as crotchrockets? No, it was the traditional, Harley style kind, IIRC.)
I skipped all to say...
I HAVE MOTHERFUCKING HEAD LICE!!!!
IIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, to shower now to wash of the LouseDeathShampoo. And scour my body about a zillion times.
Gah.
~ma to you, brenda.
Oh noes, Erin!