*rumble*

...I woke up around 1 am last night to a storm that sounded like the sky was falling...all shrieking winds and crashing trees outside. I struggled awake, shut the windows and fell asleep again, muttering about how glad I was that I lived in a brick building. It's still pretty ominous outside...but I really love that kind of weather. I just hope it holds off the big kabooms and whatnot until after lunch, when I don't have to be out in it...

I brought my new-knit jacket to the Inferno today, as promised. (Well, I promised *Monday* I'd bring it, but everyone including me was busy and we were all happy to shove it back to Tuesday.) I also brought my cow irker's daughter's Pink Princess Bag O' Foofyness. (I have to get my camera back from Ben the Neighbor...at least I can make the cow irker bring both the bags for piccies later.) Maaaan, is this bag ever uhhhh.....pink....*rubs eyes*. The horror...I just hope it's foofy enough that the kid in question will relinquish the bag I made her mommy. (It's a good sign when kids grab and hide what you make...there isn't a harsher critic anywhere than a little kid.)

I should go deliver the Pinkness so I can get paid for it...Mmmm, sweet, sweet money!!!

Rainnnnn...

Shhhhh...

It's raining again...

*listens quietly to the gentle hissing noise*

I have an evenly matched set for mood and weather today. Lately work's been very busy, very frantic and frustrating. It's hard to feel proud of anything I do here at the Inferno....it's too often just a feeling of one less thing off my back, one less thing someone's going to pester me about, one less thing to do or plan or take care of...Maybe I should quit and become a ventriloquist. Yeah. Or a palmist. Too bad I'm kind of a crappy palmist. *takes out pen and plays tic-tac-toe with lines crossing palm* Uhhhh...mysterious things will happen in my love line, and there's x's all down the wisdom bit...and looks like O wins!! You see why I'm still stuck at the Inferno, yes?

Or I could add a Miss Cleo Tarot deck to my card collection and real alllll your fortunes, babies. Instead of just making up stuff like I usually do. Hmmm....

Or even borrow the Orbital Mind-Control-Laser from Cynnerth and Low Delta for a while and zap all my bosses into giving me a big freakin' raise. Hey, I can't keep it on the David Hasselhoff setting forever, you know? Though I suspect them both of doing nefarious things with that laser while I'm not lookin'. I've got terrible, terrible songs stuck in my head, goddammit. Please please, you guys, please take it off of "Favorite Hits of the Early 80's" before I start to bang my head on the desk, okay? Pleeeeeeease???

I get to go home now...I do the GIR but--smackin' dance in glee. Yeehaw!