OK, Typo, "injections in my eye" sounds like a big fucking deal no matter how you spin it."Otherwise painful injections in my eye": gets the big sympathy, no questions asked. That sounds like a very difficult day.

ISTG going out for drinks with work people is fucking weird no matter how you slice it. At least the girl that is leaving has my number now? And I could walk home from the bar, which might not have happened...fuckin' A, what a scene. But now I am home. And the animals are fed and inside. So, Friday, accomplished? IDEK.

I am doing that thing where I close one eye to deal with the world and I think DirecTV is getting the better of me.

Oh man, Gar. I hope it eases.

Ack, Gar! A good reminder my little pain is a hill o' beans.

At work at 6:30. We are now almost halfway done with the shipping, so it will not be a bad Sat, but still, Sat at 6:30 is not worktime in my brain, it is sleeptime.

Ouch, Typo! That does sound like suck all the way around.

Your brain is correct, msbelle.

My the goddess grant me the serenity to get through this day. CJ didn't get done/finished what he promised to do last night. The living room is cluttered with his crap. And his room is still only 50% packed. I got mad, he got pissed, I tripped over something of his and have already wrenched my knee and back.

Anti-anxiety meds here I come.

Well, if he doesn't pack it before you turn in the keys, he gonna lose it.

Brilliant sunrise this morning. And then it got grey for market, but appears to be clearing up again. Gotta do some errands and yardwork (largely cleaning up all the neighborhood's recycling that took to the wind last week.) Soon as sandwich finishes.

Timelies all!

Planning on going for my twice-yearly hair trim after lunch. whee.

I have decamped to Starbucks until the movers call or 9am (when KCD and B are due). I'm just so spitting mad. I've been working on this for 2 months and my shit and the household shit are ready.