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Because they are Sane at my New Job, Fridays end at 1pm. Praise the lord! They also gave me a free lined book bag (of the kind that we had many of, since my parents work in publishing), so that I can continue my lifelong pursuit of nerd-accessorizing without spending money (that they haven't paid me and won't for another two weeks). In related news, I found out that my hours have been upped from 12-15 to 20! Hott! All I have left to do today is to get my boss to sign my time card, but as she seems to be on the phone, I will distract myself by posting. Oooh.
Item: I spent yesterday morning in the ER and the rest of the day under the effects of novocain. My finger was infected, so they cut off my ring, numbed me and cut up my finger. It was gross.
Item: after spending a few hours feeling overly emotional due to the novocain, I napped, then accompanied Holly and her mother and aunt to a very nice Italian restuarant where I ate too much and got a tad bit tipsy. Then we ate more.
Item: Tonight Kathrot will be joining us for dinner, which will more than likely be of a pasta variety. It may also involve the bottle of wine that our flamey but apparently straight rentor gave us.
Item: Soon, shopping. I must have it to distract me from my itchy icky finger. Shoes may be aquired. Debt may be incurred. Oooh.
Item: I really really need to pee. This is due solely to the fact that my company supplies me with all my favorite sodey-pops for free. Dear lord.
Item: My boss is still on the phone. I could probably interrupt her to get her to sign my time card, but really, I feel rude. But I should. Le sigh. My life is so hard.
Item: Emmett The Hamster is getting really fat. Holly is convinced he's preg-o. I think he's just a pig. He's really really cute, and everyone who meets him loves him. He ran around in his ball yesterday for a couple of hours, and it's really the most darling thing ever.
Item: the other day while we were having coffee, Holly interrupted the conversation to point out a cute baby. Her excuse for doing exactly what she mocks me for was that the baby "smiled at me and made grabby hands." Altogether a point in favor of my argument that Holly and babies are not as inherently bad a combination as she likes to pretend.
Item: I think I'm behind a firewall which doesn't allow AIM.
Item: We have a giant green copy machine here called Copyzilla.
Item: Holly needs to take me dancing. Yeah.
Item: I HAVE GOT to go pee now.
Item: I spent yesterday morning in the ER and the rest of the day under the effects of novocain. My finger was infected, so they cut off my ring, numbed me and cut up my finger. It was gross.
Item: after spending a few hours feeling overly emotional due to the novocain, I napped, then accompanied Holly and her mother and aunt to a very nice Italian restuarant where I ate too much and got a tad bit tipsy. Then we ate more.
Item: Tonight Kathrot will be joining us for dinner, which will more than likely be of a pasta variety. It may also involve the bottle of wine that our flamey but apparently straight rentor gave us.
Item: Soon, shopping. I must have it to distract me from my itchy icky finger. Shoes may be aquired. Debt may be incurred. Oooh.
Item: I really really need to pee. This is due solely to the fact that my company supplies me with all my favorite sodey-pops for free. Dear lord.
Item: My boss is still on the phone. I could probably interrupt her to get her to sign my time card, but really, I feel rude. But I should. Le sigh. My life is so hard.
Item: Emmett The Hamster is getting really fat. Holly is convinced he's preg-o. I think he's just a pig. He's really really cute, and everyone who meets him loves him. He ran around in his ball yesterday for a couple of hours, and it's really the most darling thing ever.
Item: the other day while we were having coffee, Holly interrupted the conversation to point out a cute baby. Her excuse for doing exactly what she mocks me for was that the baby "smiled at me and made grabby hands." Altogether a point in favor of my argument that Holly and babies are not as inherently bad a combination as she likes to pretend.
Item: I think I'm behind a firewall which doesn't allow AIM.
Item: We have a giant green copy machine here called Copyzilla.
Item: Holly needs to take me dancing. Yeah.
Item: I HAVE GOT to go pee now.
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Re: Praise the lord!
And justifiably so! She's actually my bodyguard.
Feel free to add me to your friends list, although I can't imagine I'm quite so interesting as you think.