a van cab, a van cab, my KINGDOM for a van cab.
EDIT: This post was written at, oh, 10am. Before I could post it, our IT guys swooped in and STOLE MY COMPUTER. NO FRICKIN LIE. I was functioning on borrowed student computers and checking email on my iPhone up until about an hour ago. *rips hair out*
So, I survived Friday. The many replies to my emo-ass post were lovely, and the pictures are SEXASS and I love you all. *smishes* I was having one of those afternoons where I felt like I was going to burst out crying at any moment. Not fun while trying to get work done on a Friday afternoon. I got home from work, got ready to go out to the concert, and Wes took one look at me and was like NOPE. NOT GOING ANYWHERE. I was really not in any condition to be anywhere but my couch, and would have been miiiiiiiiserable going out. I am SADFACE about the concert, but it saved my sanity, so really? Win. My mood was much improved by Wes being amazing, then West Wing, then a burger and fries from On Broadway (mmmmdelicious).
Saturday was mellow-- Wes and I got up early and went to the library so he could pound out a paper about Medieval Philosophy, aka, theologians, and I GOT TO HELP. Tertullian! Al Ghazali! The Word of God versus the words of man!! The geekery, it abounds. *facepalm*
Saturday night was a bonfire at Tim's house, and he spun fire, and it was so mellow. Love love love love love.
Sunday was unexpectedly busy; the girls were in town, and I got hauled out to the Southie Saint Patty's Day Parade. It was.... awesome. Insane. Hilarious. It was as much as you'd expect South Boston on Saint Patrick's Day to be. We did a lot of walking, shamefully little drinking, an asston of laughing, and then got a very tasty dinner. Then, when I got home from dinner, Wes was asleep and burning up with a fever. He was literally hot to the touch and shivering. We loaded him up with blankets and he slept through the night and dozed through yesterday, but now he's got an earache, poor thing. He really does colds in spectacular fashion, the doll. Hopefully he'll be up and running at some point today, and he was making noises about heading home today.
So, yes. I survived Friday and the rest of my weekend, and now I'm just trying to make it through this week. Nyyagh.
So, I survived Friday. The many replies to my emo-ass post were lovely, and the pictures are SEXASS and I love you all. *smishes* I was having one of those afternoons where I felt like I was going to burst out crying at any moment. Not fun while trying to get work done on a Friday afternoon. I got home from work, got ready to go out to the concert, and Wes took one look at me and was like NOPE. NOT GOING ANYWHERE. I was really not in any condition to be anywhere but my couch, and would have been miiiiiiiiserable going out. I am SADFACE about the concert, but it saved my sanity, so really? Win. My mood was much improved by Wes being amazing, then West Wing, then a burger and fries from On Broadway (mmmmdelicious).
Saturday was mellow-- Wes and I got up early and went to the library so he could pound out a paper about Medieval Philosophy, aka, theologians, and I GOT TO HELP. Tertullian! Al Ghazali! The Word of God versus the words of man!! The geekery, it abounds. *facepalm*
Saturday night was a bonfire at Tim's house, and he spun fire, and it was so mellow. Love love love love love.
Sunday was unexpectedly busy; the girls were in town, and I got hauled out to the Southie Saint Patty's Day Parade. It was.... awesome. Insane. Hilarious. It was as much as you'd expect South Boston on Saint Patrick's Day to be. We did a lot of walking, shamefully little drinking, an asston of laughing, and then got a very tasty dinner. Then, when I got home from dinner, Wes was asleep and burning up with a fever. He was literally hot to the touch and shivering. We loaded him up with blankets and he slept through the night and dozed through yesterday, but now he's got an earache, poor thing. He really does colds in spectacular fashion, the doll. Hopefully he'll be up and running at some point today, and he was making noises about heading home today.
So, yes. I survived Friday and the rest of my weekend, and now I'm just trying to make it through this week. Nyyagh.