UGH. I overslept so hard this morning. I think today my body is just run the fuck down and barely wants to move. I don't get hangovers, I just wake up drunk or sleep through them.
Work is a weird "hurry up and wait" situation, and I'm just kind of stuck here squirming, waiting to see if we have a crisis or not. It's a crisis limbo, which is probably more frustrating than having a crisis actually happen, because we simply do not KNOW anything.
It's such fucking torture and if they don't make a decision soon, it's their fucking mess to fix, not mine. I swear we're calling in the student press on this if they fuck us over. Grrrr.
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In lieu of stuff to do (and because I'll have a minion later today to help me), you can still
request missing stuff from my stories here. Ignore the drunken babble in that entry plz.