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So it's 4 in the morning and I totally can't sleep. And I'm supposed to work tomorrow! So I think I'll end up taking a nap until I call in at like 7:30, because there's no way in hell I'm going to work on 2 or 3 hours of sleep. I mean, I'm not even remotely tired. Oi. -_- I feel so bad about calling in, but unless they WANT me to fall asleep on the floor in the galleries... I'm just glad that I work at such a lenient place. I also feel bad about not having the money I want. I mean, I'll only be working Wednesday this week before I fly to Seattle.
Kai and I had a real talk today! Not just about work! w00t! :D
And I'm totally fangirling on Mr. Mitchell (of 11th grade English fame) and Tom Robbins. Justin suggested that I write terrible, terrible Mr. Mitchell and Tom Robbins slash fanfiction, as in "'Oh, Mr. Mitchell!' said Tom Robbins as he caressed Mr. Mitchell's turgid manhood. 'I love the way you feel against my body.' 'Do it more, Tom Robbins!' said Mr. Mitchell in response." And then he suggested that I email it to to Mr. Mitchell so that when he checks his email once a year, he'll find THAT from his former student. And since I don't remember Mr. Mitchell's first name and I refuse to refer to Tom Robbins as anything OTHER than "Tom Robbins" (not "Tom", not "Robbins." Always and forever "Tom Robbins") it would just be terrible.
But I've decided that my new dream is for Mr. Mitchell and Tom Robbins to sit down together and have a drink. I would see them, squee, weep, and then die. In that order. Because, damn, they're both so amazingly awesome.
I want to go to Tampa now and see Mr. Mitchell. ;.;
I also want to be able to sleep, but that's ain't happening for a while. Not while I keep fangirling anyhow. Argh. Stupid lack of sleep patterns!
Kai and I had a real talk today! Not just about work! w00t! :D
And I'm totally fangirling on Mr. Mitchell (of 11th grade English fame) and Tom Robbins. Justin suggested that I write terrible, terrible Mr. Mitchell and Tom Robbins slash fanfiction, as in "'Oh, Mr. Mitchell!' said Tom Robbins as he caressed Mr. Mitchell's turgid manhood. 'I love the way you feel against my body.' 'Do it more, Tom Robbins!' said Mr. Mitchell in response." And then he suggested that I email it to to Mr. Mitchell so that when he checks his email once a year, he'll find THAT from his former student. And since I don't remember Mr. Mitchell's first name and I refuse to refer to Tom Robbins as anything OTHER than "Tom Robbins" (not "Tom", not "Robbins." Always and forever "Tom Robbins") it would just be terrible.
But I've decided that my new dream is for Mr. Mitchell and Tom Robbins to sit down together and have a drink. I would see them, squee, weep, and then die. In that order. Because, damn, they're both so amazingly awesome.
I want to go to Tampa now and see Mr. Mitchell. ;.;
I also want to be able to sleep, but that's ain't happening for a while. Not while I keep fangirling anyhow. Argh. Stupid lack of sleep patterns!