Dragons SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEED Post
SNOWFLAKE AVALANCHE! Heeeeeeeeee! Many thanks to the kind perpetrators of cookie mayhem. *smish* Happy holidays, everybody.
Here are some random items of disinterest what I is telling you:
1. Urgh. My back is terrible this week. I don't even know why. I just spent twelve weeks getting my ass tossed around by a bunch of burly blokes with only the usual background grumbling from L5. And then yesterday I woke up and BAM. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus. I've been back on the six hourly painkillers and icepack rotation for forty-eight hours without much improvement. There's been a lot of lying on my living room floor making impressed noises at the ceiling. But this is the way it is with the stooopid L5. At least my job is on my feet all day. Staying still is really uncomfortable. Moving is periodically stabbity but mostly bearable. When will it stop? Who knows. This is the L5 lottery. Days or weeks, folks. Place your bets. *raspberry*
2. I had pie last night. It was goooooooooooooooooooooood.
3. Yesterday, I was the unwitting participant in a political pissing competition at my new job. This shits me no end. But it means I has commenced my internal map of the new terrain. Learning where the mines are buried is not a bad thing. *makes notes, plots alternative routes*
4. I am running late. Holler if you're shocked. *crickets*
5. Coffee.
6. Dean.
7. Dean-flavored coffee.
8. I leave you with this proof that I have, at some stage in my life, seen an episode of Smallville. Which is nearly as inexcusable as finding a shackled, bloody Ackles sexy as all fuckeroony. My care factor: if I find it, I will show you it.
That is all.
Here are some random items of disinterest what I is telling you:
1. Urgh. My back is terrible this week. I don't even know why. I just spent twelve weeks getting my ass tossed around by a bunch of burly blokes with only the usual background grumbling from L5. And then yesterday I woke up and BAM. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus. I've been back on the six hourly painkillers and icepack rotation for forty-eight hours without much improvement. There's been a lot of lying on my living room floor making impressed noises at the ceiling. But this is the way it is with the stooopid L5. At least my job is on my feet all day. Staying still is really uncomfortable. Moving is periodically stabbity but mostly bearable. When will it stop? Who knows. This is the L5 lottery. Days or weeks, folks. Place your bets. *raspberry*
2. I had pie last night. It was goooooooooooooooooooooood.
3. Yesterday, I was the unwitting participant in a political pissing competition at my new job. This shits me no end. But it means I has commenced my internal map of the new terrain. Learning where the mines are buried is not a bad thing. *makes notes, plots alternative routes*
4. I am running late. Holler if you're shocked. *crickets*
5. Coffee.
6. Dean.
7. Dean-flavored coffee.
8. I leave you with this proof that I have, at some stage in my life, seen an episode of Smallville. Which is nearly as inexcusable as finding a shackled, bloody Ackles sexy as all fuckeroony. My care factor: if I find it, I will show you it.
That is all.