Can We Bring The Greek Gods Back, Please?: I am cry. I am actually cry. Because this article was tailor-made for me.
In other news today was the day that would never, ever end and I was trapped in a
Sneaky Hate Spiral™ the entire fucking time. I so desperately need something concrete and exciting to look forward to in the very near future -- a mini-vacation or something. Unfortunately, I don't have ANY vacation days left and my schedule continues to be wonky even though we are OUT OF THE HOLIDAY SEASON so it SHOULD be back to normal again wtf wtf wtf I hate everything. I have to work an overnight next Monday. The only plus is that it'll be me and Kelly (speaking of: she started DW last night; couldn't be prouder) working together, so at least it will A) be slightly enjoyable and B) get done correctly and quickly. Thinking of making a mix CD to blare over the PA once everyone else is out of the store.
But hey, at least it's MY BEBE NIC CAGE'S BIRTHDAY. HAPPY 49TH, MY MAIN MAN. HERE'S TO ANOTHER 49 WITH AT LEAST TWENTY THOUSAND MOVIES AND HUNDREDS MORE GLORIOUSLY INAPPROPRIATE HAIRSTYLE CHOICES. #NICCAGESTANFORLYFE
I need to answer comments. Do a linkspam post. Comment on y'all's entries. Write or some such shit.
Instead I think I'll lie here until unconsciousness drags me down.