I originally wanted to post:
You need a live rooster to take the curse off you.
Teppy, marry me.
But Zenkitty's story was amazing. A roster boyfriend is kina awesome.
I'm awake. But only barely. One of the benefits/downfalls of working from home is that I don't have to WAKE UP for my commute, so I way too often sit at my desk, open my computer and am still 90% zoned out.
The rooster story makes me feel better about the world. I was gonna say that the live rooster doesn't usually stay live in the curse-removal process, but now I'd prefer to think they do- just hanging out with you eating up evil as if it were bugs.
I wouldn't say no to curse-removal with a side of coq au vin, personally.
Stuff you don't hear at the office every day, but that I am getting used to: coworker R comes back to the cube next to mine, and says, "L., Emilio Estevez wants to talk to you." L.: "Seriously? He doesn't know my name!" R: "He asked for you by name."
Ha, he had a copyright question! L. is our intellectual property librarian. She came back like, "Doesn't he have lawyers??"
flea, that's cool!
Glad y'all liked the rooster tale.
That is a great rooster story.
Oh, no, David. That's when I'd say, "screw it," pop an anti-inflammatory of some kind, go to bed, and hope Thursday behaves a little better.
That is indeed what I did, taking the max allowed ibuprofen.
You need a live rooster to take the curse off you.
As it happens ibuprofen and the over-hot pad worked wonders. I am pleased to report that I don't think I need hip replacement surgery at age 55.
However, now my phone is dead. Maybe I should look into that rooster.
However, now my phone is dead. Maybe I should look into that rooster.
Scola's on his way out there now, right? Please don't give him the plague.
I need to get up and do things, but I'm sucked into an episode of Pit Bulls and Parolees.