It's been a hard day's night...

...Bri's doing a little better now, especially since everyone he knows is looking for work for him. But it's been a long night. I'm pretty wonked, and would love to just go home right now...but I can be tough, I can make it through Friday. (and I'm humbled by the fact that I personally am working at a job where we can stand each other most of the time.)

Ms Eff, getting back to work..

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A coworker of mine wasn't feeling well, so while rummaging through my backpack of weird stuff I stumbled on my collection of gaudy quick-dry nailpolishes.(in seven colors! Just picture the tiny bottles full of glitter shining in the flourescent lights.) "Ooh! Can I have some?" she asked.
Before you knew it I had painted no less than four different people. (Sadly, my friend Phill wouldn't hold still long enough.*sigh*) And my friend feels a little better. Medicine isn't just in a bottle...well, maybe it is, but sometimes the bottle has a brush and lots of glitter stuck to it:)

ms F, reigning queen of bad analogies...