I only drank three cokes this morning after that particularly frightening meeting with my new overlord and still felt the need for a drink. The chance that the true depths of my situation might settle in and cause me to instantaneously divest myself of all fluids was a remote one but a tauntingly fluffy cloud on my mental horizon nonetheless. ( ( Read more... )

My livejournal says that I was there, so I was there.

My livejournal welcomes me back, so I acquiesce, and am back.