*blink blink*

I think I'm picking up a sinus thing. *grumble* I've been making garlic soup and echinacea tea and taking ibuprofin and such....I feel almost normal. (Well, as close as I get, anyway.) I slept a lot, dreamed about a cafe and having a date with someone I couldn't find, and an ex boyfriend wanting me to move in with him...*frown* You know, Not-feeling-well sort of dreams.

I did get invited to an Ab-Fab party this weekend...I must gett better but quick, and then throw on all kinds of bizarre finery, stagger around with a bottle of Stoli and Sweetie-Darling everyone to death. *happy grin* I make a pretty decent Edina, and a friend of mine makes the perfect Patsy, tall and blonde and evil. It'll be fun. I could use some fun. Especially since we're getting hit with *more snow* this weekend. *bangs head against the counter* Make it stop!!! Make it stop!!!! *More banging*

Workity work work...

*Do deliveries*
*fix copier*
*coo at cute baby with coworker*
*fix copier*
*reprogram other copier*
*Fax supply list*
*fix security radio with Krazy glue*
*Help coworker make copies*

"Umm, I think I have 30 seconds to drink my tea-ACK!"

*grinding noises from copier*
*Help coworker figure out what the F*&% is wrong with the other copier*
*coo at baby*
*Threaten other copier with pliers. Copier is stoic*
*Play with baby's feet*
*Call repairman*
*Unstick other coworker playing with the Krazy glue*

*pant pant pant pant*

Okay, I have abot 30 seconds to post an entry and then I get to fight the postal meter some more today....
*grabs forceps--yes I do actually use forceps on the postage meter*

Hikeeba!!!

The paper makes me nervous again...

Dubya's been talking about making and possibly using smaller, more intimate nukes at some point....*shudder* Great, juuuuuust great...

Poll!!! Poll!!! Poll!!!

I was thinking of the time Majikgrove and I were goofing off in the Little Bo Peep post. Hope you're doing okay right now, sweetie...



[Poll #22898]

I knew it had to exist...

I present to you another Random Gothic Poetry Generator...this one takes naught but the click of the mouse to enfold your soul in the velvet darkness of your most trembling and succulent muse....
(Okay, quit gagging!!)

Click Me!

Oohboy!!!

Someone found a stash of crayons in a box in one of the closets.
Some of them contain....glitter!!!

*Ms Eff instantly becomes 5 years old*

I'll share if nobody fights...