543 words in GYAF

Beginning Line: After cleaning himself up as best he could -- no easy task -- Gos headed for DISTRICT, an area on the border between DISTRICT and DISTRICT. (Because sometimes, it's best NOT to let yourself get bogged down by neat stuff like naming all the districts in the city.)

Favorite Line: There was a reason there were no ( Read more... )

Hobbes is doing well -- she's gained back the weight she lost and then some. She's quieter both vocally and action-wise, which is probably because her lung capacity is getting smaller. But she's still talkative and affectionate and hungry. She's in the kitchen nomming on some chicken as I type this ( Read more... )

Oh yeah. Paychecks ( Read more... )

Just got home from work. Which was mostly painless, except for the part where I had to not laugh in the face of the customer who was buying Glenn Beck's Common Sense but had never even HEARD OF the original by Thomas Paine. History fail, dude.

Not quite as hot tonight (though even yesterday, Hobbes was trying to sit on the butt-warmer).

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So I went to see the pain doc today. Got poked in the head, which left me a bit light-headed all day. Especially the headrush-upon-standing ( Read more... )

Can't sleep, even though I've got to get up in less than 5 hours for the drive to the pain doc's Mission Viejo office. So I'll tell you all a story ( Read more... )

As of Tuesday, I'll have been here four years. And on the twelfth of next month, I'll have my ninth anniversary with Borders.

So much for temporary situations.

But I wish I didn't have to drag myself in to work in 20 minutes. I'm not sure if that'll be okay or what tips my back into crud.

But I need the money, so off I go.

( cut for excessive whining )