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!

Hella oh noes.

The joys of working in a shelter. I've worked in shelter that have had outbreaks before, and with kids at school, but I've never caught 'em. Now apparently, they are gamboling merrily all through my hair.

DIE LICE DIE