Headache, I hate
I have a headache and people in the office is inordinately noisy today. It grates and makes me want to commit multiple homicide. Especially since my head throbs really badly and looking at number hardly helps any. Imagining strangling these people aren't helping either in the sense that no work gets done.
Why is real life so bleh anyway?
IMP: For the record, by now that was several weeks old news, why is it I start a post then prevaricate? Oh, there was supposed to be a POT-Reborn drabble to go with this one. But I axed it; everyone is too OOC (Okay, I gives Tezuka headache as excuse, but still), not that I ever manage to make anyone IC. Why do I always feel the need to tag some work to all of my posts (if not fic, song, or otherwise)?
Why is real life so bleh anyway?
IMP: For the record, by now that was several weeks old news, why is it I start a post then prevaricate? Oh, there was supposed to be a POT-Reborn drabble to go with this one. But I axed it; everyone is too OOC (Okay, I gives Tezuka headache as excuse, but still), not that I ever manage to make anyone IC. Why do I always feel the need to tag some work to all of my posts (if not fic, song, or otherwise)?