After having the fatigue get better for a few days, it seems to back. Anything but sitting in a chair and closing my eyes is an onerous task. And the rest of my symptoms never went away. I've been sick since the 24th. I think I'm going to have to go the doctor. (Freaking 1,000 deductible makes going to the doctor for anything not obviously life and death something I'm relunctant to do.) (And 1,000 deductible was the lowest deductibe plan available to me. freakin insurance companies.)

I used to work with a Vlad and he...kind of looked like a Vlad I guess? He sounded like a Vlad and was adorable!

I think anyone who gives me a good suggestion for my query above should be able to claim that they completed an onerous task for the day.

When I took over as PTA Treasurer many years ago, we discovered the previous treasurer had a large undocumented cost. I tried to talk with her about it to get the documentation (never mind that it was a cash withdrawl the day before Christmas) and she said I was accusing her because she was gay. Oy.

Depends on the quality of the blow and the sexiness of the hookers. and this is one of those sentences that make people stare at me, huh? But I bet $3K is a nice weekend, at least.

I want a Vlad! I have a Michael (well, he kinda has himself) at work who'd make a rocking Vlad.

I think $3K could make a hookershaped dent in a pile of blow. Let me do some research. If he used it for anything else...no, wait, he's still a shitstain of a person.

It was no joke or anything, Daisy Jane. When my mother visited Wales in the late 60s, she was asked where her tail was. People. At best, we'll go with ignorance.

Brenda, I'm glad that wasn't onerous. My boss promised mine wouldn't be, but he also seems to have forgotten he was going to have one. Which is kinda worse.

Onerous task achieved! Intern's foibles thwarted!

Now to make noodles and cabbage. Not onerous, because NOM!

Ew. Cabbage. Total oner.

Boo on embezzlers. Geesh, people.

I was half way down the hall before my brain kicked in - I don't need sugar. I'm being a good Weight Watcher. Ok, it is only day 3, but I'm trying.

Hah! This is why I am re-starting my diet tomorrow. I figure I will tell myself I am dieting for Lent. Not that I celebrate Lent, or Easter, but whatever. I joined a gym last night and have an appointment Thursday. There ya go.

Meanwhile I have done plenty of onerosity today due to a last minute annoying assignment but was unable to get to any of the previously scheduled onerosity. Yet. Hrmph.

Huh.

I really need to get out of here an go get an afterwork cocktail. I want to either cry or beat people. Neither of which seem terribly professional.