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Right. So. Hangovers, yeah.
Life is really good actually. Despite the amoxicillin conspiring against my immune system to horrible consequence (no, really, you don't want to hear about it)and much unexpected drunkdom (I apologize to any witnesses of my sudden but inevitable impair-ed-ness), I seem to have finally kicked the sinus/upperandpossiblylowerrespiratorytract/prettymucheverythingelse infection. Now all I have to do is wait for the stupid itching to stop (possible slight allergy?) and pray for at least a month of rest before the onslaught of another illness or calamity.
Almost got hit by two cars in unsettlingly quick succession on Monday evening. Right after my coworker had been mowed down by a soggy bicyclist. Then I hydroplaned at least 50 feet on the 101. I am developing a growing phobia of all things wheeled. Or otherwise mobile.
Yes, that means you. Especially you-on-rollerskates.
Work is...interesting. I don't think I have ever worked anywhere (or even *heard* of a workplace) which has such an astounding conspiracy for inefficiency. It is really impressive...in an underwhelming kind of way. More on that whole deal later, but let me just say I find myself struggling to stretch 5 hours of work into a 9 hour day. Hrmm.
On a similar note, here is a quick reminder to all the folks out there in interwebnet.comland: when you are being rung up at a cash register, it is NOT time to...
* suck face with your boyfriend. Even if he is devastatingly attractive.
* "...make a quick call to the office/wife/kids/houseplant/devil/chauffer/prostitute/etc waiting at home. You don't mind, do you? It'll just be a second."
* find out if the cashier has any "other piercings" ::scary rapist grin::
* discuss your pets' gastrointestinal complications in great detail
* place said pet on cashier's counter for closer inspection
* breastfeed
If you have any questions or comments about this handy little list, please feel free to shove them right up your ass. *ahem*
In other news, I finally finished all of the art for the graphic novel and Jeff put in all of the text yesterday. We are now looking for the best way to print it up so we can get them distributed to all of the fabulous people who have expressed so much interest in our humble (hah!) little endeavor. I assure you, you will most likely probably not be disappointed. And if you are, well, remember what I said about your questions or comments? Yeah.
My little brother is the coolest kid ever. I am consistently impressed with the man he is becoming. He is totally worth taking out to beer-battered mozzarella sticks at Buffalo Bell more often...next time I will teach him how to swindle dinner money out of the folks.
Enough of the substanceless quippage. So I leave you with this:
diggity-wah-goddammity-woo.
amen.
Life is really good actually. Despite the amoxicillin conspiring against my immune system to horrible consequence (no, really, you don't want to hear about it)and much unexpected drunkdom (I apologize to any witnesses of my sudden but inevitable impair-ed-ness), I seem to have finally kicked the sinus/upperandpossiblylowerrespiratorytract/prettymucheverythingelse infection. Now all I have to do is wait for the stupid itching to stop (possible slight allergy?) and pray for at least a month of rest before the onslaught of another illness or calamity.
Almost got hit by two cars in unsettlingly quick succession on Monday evening. Right after my coworker had been mowed down by a soggy bicyclist. Then I hydroplaned at least 50 feet on the 101. I am developing a growing phobia of all things wheeled. Or otherwise mobile.
Yes, that means you. Especially you-on-rollerskates.
Work is...interesting. I don't think I have ever worked anywhere (or even *heard* of a workplace) which has such an astounding conspiracy for inefficiency. It is really impressive...in an underwhelming kind of way. More on that whole deal later, but let me just say I find myself struggling to stretch 5 hours of work into a 9 hour day. Hrmm.
On a similar note, here is a quick reminder to all the folks out there in interwebnet.comland: when you are being rung up at a cash register, it is NOT time to...
* suck face with your boyfriend. Even if he is devastatingly attractive.
* "...make a quick call to the office/wife/kids/houseplant/devil/chauffer/prostitute/etc waiting at home. You don't mind, do you? It'll just be a second."
* find out if the cashier has any "other piercings" ::scary rapist grin::
* discuss your pets' gastrointestinal complications in great detail
* place said pet on cashier's counter for closer inspection
* breastfeed
If you have any questions or comments about this handy little list, please feel free to shove them right up your ass. *ahem*
In other news, I finally finished all of the art for the graphic novel and Jeff put in all of the text yesterday. We are now looking for the best way to print it up so we can get them distributed to all of the fabulous people who have expressed so much interest in our humble (hah!) little endeavor. I assure you, you will most likely probably not be disappointed. And if you are, well, remember what I said about your questions or comments? Yeah.
My little brother is the coolest kid ever. I am consistently impressed with the man he is becoming. He is totally worth taking out to beer-battered mozzarella sticks at Buffalo Bell more often...next time I will teach him how to swindle dinner money out of the folks.
Enough of the substanceless quippage. So I leave you with this:
diggity-wah-goddammity-woo.
amen.