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Dec. 3rd, 2004 12:17 amI'm a bit calmer then I was earlier.
It doesn't change the fact that today was a complete and total pisser of a day, work and private life.
Miss Robin came over this evening with an enormous fountain soda for me, as I am addicted to the damn things (with lots of ice, please) and we spent a couple of hours giggling over our private messages, discussing her recent resignation from work, and laughing at the Engineer's attempt at declaring his job-place stranger then mine.
I get them every day! Every day! You only get weirdos once a month!
This, followed up by a late night phone call from Tony Smash and Miss Ella, has brought my anxiety levels down to something that I could quite possible sleep on. Not erased, which is likely to never happen in my entire life time, but down to a manageable level. Unlike the past few nights, where I've not gotten much sleep at all.
Now all I need to do before I go to bed is shower and wash this mess that I refer to as hair. It's currently at an odd in-between stage from the time I cut most of it off. Can't decide whether it wants to look like ass on the half shell or not. I can't even properly pull it back into a bun or transmitters anymore because it's not really long enough, which makes me snarly-faced. It also wants dying and fringe trimming, but I have neither the time nor the resources to do either at the moment.
It doesn't change the fact that today was a complete and total pisser of a day, work and private life.
Miss Robin came over this evening with an enormous fountain soda for me, as I am addicted to the damn things (with lots of ice, please) and we spent a couple of hours giggling over our private messages, discussing her recent resignation from work, and laughing at the Engineer's attempt at declaring his job-place stranger then mine.
I get them every day! Every day! You only get weirdos once a month!
This, followed up by a late night phone call from Tony Smash and Miss Ella, has brought my anxiety levels down to something that I could quite possible sleep on. Not erased, which is likely to never happen in my entire life time, but down to a manageable level. Unlike the past few nights, where I've not gotten much sleep at all.
Now all I need to do before I go to bed is shower and wash this mess that I refer to as hair. It's currently at an odd in-between stage from the time I cut most of it off. Can't decide whether it wants to look like ass on the half shell or not. I can't even properly pull it back into a bun or transmitters anymore because it's not really long enough, which makes me snarly-faced. It also wants dying and fringe trimming, but I have neither the time nor the resources to do either at the moment.
