If God didn't want us to eat animals, why did He in his infinite wisdom make them out of meat?
So Mom and I suspect that part of what's been causing my stressed-out-ness the past few weeks is... a lack of protein in my diet. Ess are ess el why. I've been surviving on Soup at Hand and ravioli and cereal and that's about it, and my body must think I'm living in famine conditions. So I'm going to start eating sandwiches and see if that yanks me back from the Brink of Thud. (This doesn't mean that I'm not going to keep looking for a better job.)
Speaking of thud, I've just seen the Transformers movie trailer. Keep in mind that even for someone as easily-pleased as I am, I'm keeping an open mind about this whole project. So it may not mean much to say OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I WANT IT TO BE JULY RIGHT NOW OH THE SHINY SEXY SHINY SHINY. ^__________^
EDIT: Dear nursing students, please stop talking across the room. You have very grating voices that give me a headache. I now listen to Internet radio to drown you out before my brain explodes in self-protection. x_x
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Sunstreaker emerged from his quarters feeling better than he had in a long while. After spending nearly a week trapped in a grimy, undignified berth in a very grimy and undignified medbay, the handsome Lamborghini was back in fighting form, complete with - oh, glory of glories - a fresh, blindingly shiny coat of wax. The kind that had once shorted out the optical arrays of three Seekers just from reflected sunlight and sent them spinning into the treeline. The kind that made even Prowl, he of enough rebar up his aft to build a communications tower, sit up and take notice.
Sunstreaker was back, universe. Worship.
A satisfied smile settling easily onto his face, Sunstreaker took one step out into the hallway and was promptly tackled back into his quarters, leaving a ten-yard wax trail where he'd landed skidding on the floor. "What th-" he spluttered. "Blue!?"
Blue grinned over him, optics glowing with mischief. "Missed you," he complained happily. "Ratchet wouldn't let me visit."
"Probably 'cause you do this." Sunstreaker struggled up to his elbows, skritching his Datsun-love's wing joint out of habit. As Bluestreak snuggled up close and purred, Sunstreaker demanded, "What was this all about, Blue?"
"Don't you know?" Bluestreak purred, and slipped an arm over his shoulders. Sunstreaker supported his back as he pulled close for a kiss. "You're shiny."
Speaking of thud, I've just seen the Transformers movie trailer. Keep in mind that even for someone as easily-pleased as I am, I'm keeping an open mind about this whole project. So it may not mean much to say OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I WANT IT TO BE JULY RIGHT NOW OH THE SHINY SEXY SHINY SHINY. ^__________^
EDIT: Dear nursing students, please stop talking across the room. You have very grating voices that give me a headache. I now listen to Internet radio to drown you out before my brain explodes in self-protection. x_x
NONGENDERED OFFSPRING OF EDIT:
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Sunstreaker emerged from his quarters feeling better than he had in a long while. After spending nearly a week trapped in a grimy, undignified berth in a very grimy and undignified medbay, the handsome Lamborghini was back in fighting form, complete with - oh, glory of glories - a fresh, blindingly shiny coat of wax. The kind that had once shorted out the optical arrays of three Seekers just from reflected sunlight and sent them spinning into the treeline. The kind that made even Prowl, he of enough rebar up his aft to build a communications tower, sit up and take notice.
Sunstreaker was back, universe. Worship.
A satisfied smile settling easily onto his face, Sunstreaker took one step out into the hallway and was promptly tackled back into his quarters, leaving a ten-yard wax trail where he'd landed skidding on the floor. "What th-" he spluttered. "Blue!?"
Blue grinned over him, optics glowing with mischief. "Missed you," he complained happily. "Ratchet wouldn't let me visit."
"Probably 'cause you do this." Sunstreaker struggled up to his elbows, skritching his Datsun-love's wing joint out of habit. As Bluestreak snuggled up close and purred, Sunstreaker demanded, "What was this all about, Blue?"
"Don't you know?" Bluestreak purred, and slipped an arm over his shoulders. Sunstreaker supported his back as he pulled close for a kiss. "You're shiny."