I'm not sure there's enough porn to set things right.

Well, what kind of attitude is that?! (Kidding.)

Also, this apartment is small and crowded and not really a place to run away to. To escape from, yes, but probably better not the other way around.

Work exhausted me today. And now I have work to do this weekend! Blech.

Timelies all!

Yay, Steph!

My last meeting with the now ex boss has terrified me, so not really looking forward to the weekend.

I have lost all sense of proportion.

I would love to escape to anywhere, except everywhere requires effort. I need a certificate for a handmaiden who I only communicate with through text messages who does everything for me. Then I will take a week off.

Not that I can take a week off, but you know.

But, anyway, kvetch moan whine. Thanks, for everything.

My sister in working through the weekend, Amy. sigh. Where's the porn, I ask?

Yay Steph!

The monster project that I thought we were free and clear from yesterday came back like a bad penny today. Oh well, at least the clients REALLY wanted to hire us to work on it?

Oh no, ita. I'm so sorry that work has become such a mess.

I need a certificate for a handmaiden who I only communicate with through text messages who does everything for me.

It's like a magical dreamworld that I never even contemplated.

I really hope it comes true for you. But more than that I wish it weren't so needed.

Speaking of magical dreamworlds, the dog is currently crashed out on a three-high stack of dog beds. (This came about by circumstance, it was not a conscious plan on my part, FTR.) I'm tempted to to slide a pea underneath and call it an art installation.

I, meanwhile, am drinking a badly needed but not-cold-enough beer that I am simulchilling with a freezer pop. CLASSY.

Oh, ita. I hope next week when he's really gone everything will smooth out.

Where's the porn, I ask?

Hey, tell me what you like! I'm easy. ::insert winky eye here::