Ouch. A thousand times ouch.
Aug. 21st, 2008 09:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsukinofaeriiPossible TMI warning, but seriously not enough to cut for.
Today, I ramble. I have about a googolplex of things sitting in my inbox, but I'm grumpy and making them wait a few minutes. Well, more than a few minutes. There are donuts at the lunch table, you see. (nom)
I love my work.
I mentioned Papa's Puppy last post—he's Little Harry Jr., but I think he looks more like a Larsa. Isn't he adorable? He's also apparently now sleeping with me. Not that I mind. He conked out around 2 AM, and I can almost survive and drive on four hours of sleep. Who's puppy is this again? But he keeps Papa awake, and he keeps Mary awake, and he has to sleep somewhere. But I'll have to change the sheets. I have a good (and expensive) set on right now because they're the coolest temperature-wise. But I think having satin sheets with a puppy on the bed is a bad idea.
Yes. Satin. Shutup. ¬¬
This morning, I am re-discovering Aja's Dresden Files Fic, called Please Hang Up and Try Again. Well, re-discovering it as in banging my head on the desk and whining that I want to read it again but I can't because I'm at work. (sulk) So I encourage everyone else to go read it instead. Because it is love. And I need love. Because today is a "tear out my uterus with a dull spork and jump up and down on it while screaming bloody murder" sort of day.
Ouch. I should have called out, but I've got eight months and counting without a sick day. If I can make it to a year, I'll feel justified begging for time off.
Oh, look, I just handled an e-mail. An e-mail with a list of nine things to do, but an e-mail. Is today over yet? ;-;
Today, I ramble. I have about a googolplex of things sitting in my inbox, but I'm grumpy and making them wait a few minutes. Well, more than a few minutes. There are donuts at the lunch table, you see. (nom)
I love my work.
I mentioned Papa's Puppy last post—he's Little Harry Jr., but I think he looks more like a Larsa. Isn't he adorable? He's also apparently now sleeping with me. Not that I mind. He conked out around 2 AM, and I can almost survive and drive on four hours of sleep. Who's puppy is this again? But he keeps Papa awake, and he keeps Mary awake, and he has to sleep somewhere. But I'll have to change the sheets. I have a good (and expensive) set on right now because they're the coolest temperature-wise. But I think having satin sheets with a puppy on the bed is a bad idea.
Yes. Satin. Shutup. ¬¬
This morning, I am re-discovering Aja's Dresden Files Fic, called Please Hang Up and Try Again. Well, re-discovering it as in banging my head on the desk and whining that I want to read it again but I can't because I'm at work. (sulk) So I encourage everyone else to go read it instead. Because it is love. And I need love. Because today is a "tear out my uterus with a dull spork and jump up and down on it while screaming bloody murder" sort of day.
Ouch. I should have called out, but I've got eight months and counting without a sick day. If I can make it to a year, I'll feel justified begging for time off.
Oh, look, I just handled an e-mail. An e-mail with a list of nine things to do, but an e-mail. Is today over yet? ;-;
