Demons, Demands, Band Aids and Daemons...
*Pant*
It's going OK, I need to organize information here...LOTS to get done. I'm somewhat scattered...urg.
Got to administer first aid to the neighbor last night. She cut herself doing dishes & didn't even notice, came over to ask for a smoke and I'm like "DUDE, What the FUCK?"
"I'll give you money?" She says.
"I don't want money." She recoils, at which point I realize she doesn't know why I'm so excited. "You are COVERED with BLOOD!"
She kinda switched off, maybe she was already switched off... it wasn't bad, just a slice to the side of her finger, but it was bleeding an awful lot. She soaked one band-aid in about three minutes. I don't think she lost more than a tablespoon or two of blood, but she'd totally locked up.
I grabbed bandages and Neosporin and marched her back to her place, told her to wash her hands, dry them, put some neosporin on her and a new band aid. "Stop fucking with it!"
She told me she'd gone to the fire station the last time. For a MINOR CUT?
What are fragile, silly creatures are humans coming to?!
I gave her three cigarettes and watched the last ten minutes of NCIS.
Three clients breathing down my neck...and I just wanna go back to bed.
*&%$*&^$@&* Crappy hours keeping wake-upidness, light sleeper being, noise making, beastie rocking, itch scratching, fire station having...OMFG, is EIGHT HOURS OF UNINTERRUPTED SLEEP TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?! *whimper*.
Next week my ...er...OK, I'll call them cousins... are talking about coming up to visit from Oregon. Should be fun! Hope we can keep them entertained.
In other news, Sirriamnis found this little gem:
The movie looks pretty awesome.
GORGEOUS website.
Marketing people: Fucking BRILLIANT.
It's going OK, I need to organize information here...LOTS to get done. I'm somewhat scattered...urg.
Got to administer first aid to the neighbor last night. She cut herself doing dishes & didn't even notice, came over to ask for a smoke and I'm like "DUDE, What the FUCK?"
"I'll give you money?" She says.
"I don't want money." She recoils, at which point I realize she doesn't know why I'm so excited. "You are COVERED with BLOOD!"
She kinda switched off, maybe she was already switched off... it wasn't bad, just a slice to the side of her finger, but it was bleeding an awful lot. She soaked one band-aid in about three minutes. I don't think she lost more than a tablespoon or two of blood, but she'd totally locked up.
I grabbed bandages and Neosporin and marched her back to her place, told her to wash her hands, dry them, put some neosporin on her and a new band aid. "Stop fucking with it!"
She told me she'd gone to the fire station the last time. For a MINOR CUT?
What are fragile, silly creatures are humans coming to?!
I gave her three cigarettes and watched the last ten minutes of NCIS.
Three clients breathing down my neck...and I just wanna go back to bed.
*&%$*&^$@&* Crappy hours keeping wake-upidness, light sleeper being, noise making, beastie rocking, itch scratching, fire station having...OMFG, is EIGHT HOURS OF UNINTERRUPTED SLEEP TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?! *whimper*.
Next week my ...er...OK, I'll call them cousins... are talking about coming up to visit from Oregon. Should be fun! Hope we can keep them entertained.
In other news, Sirriamnis found this little gem:
The movie looks pretty awesome.
GORGEOUS website.
Marketing people: Fucking BRILLIANT.