I'm back to work today after having to stay home and work very hard at the important task of staying horizontal on Monday. Considering that I take sick days about as often as I shave my head, I'd say this is somewhat note-worthy ( Read more... )

A late filing from the field into the Tuesday Wednesday Walk of Shame archives ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning gripped in the kind of panic that I have rarely been subject to recently, not for the last couple of months, at least. It was, as virtually all my anxiety attacks seem to be, entirely marital in nature ( Read more... )

Dear Sunday,

I hate to see you go. We were just getting started! This whole weekend thing was kicking so much ass, and now it's over. Well, fine then. Fuck you too. And you know what? Saturday's hotter anyway. So, screw it, go ahead and leave me.

Bitch.

Z

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I tried and tried and tried to post, people. I really did. But I've been sitting here procrastinating for the better part of a half hour, doing this, of all time-wastin' and self-preoccupied things. I have been feeling silly while wearing my glasses lately around other people, and I decided I should try and find a way to not feel wet-headedly ( Read more... )

My day is not off to a good start. I got into a fucking car accident on the way to work. A three-car pileup, no less. I survived, lest you're worried. ;) Lolo, however, had a great big hole punched in her rear end. And not, like, in a fun way. It could have been worse; I could have been the girl in the tiny eggcar squished between the SUV and ( Read more... )

So, I lied. My least favorite travel ritual is not actually the Repacking of the Suitcase. That is my second to least hated duty ( Read more... )