>I promise, as soon any of the overly dramatic annoying horrifying stuff happening right now becomes funny I will write it up.
But let's just say due to a contractual misunderstanding I am not getting another day off for a good 7 months.
Ahhahahaha….nope. Still not funny.
Also, covered in hives again without having ingested mango….ahahahaha…..nope-itchy.
Alright. have a decent one.
-H.

>

Ok. So falling into the not related to anything I accidentally stepped on a millipede just now. Those little bastards don't hurt you or anything but they stain you.. So there's a new temp tattoo on the bottom of my left foot.
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>while just googling I typed in "what do I do if" and I realized the first auto suggestion finishes it with "if a ginger kid bites me". is this a large problem I'm unaware of?

>So. I'm a dog person. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love them. I always have. When I was 7 I brought home a full sized doberman I stole from a new neighbor (the new neighbor was underwhelmed and my mother was traumatized). More recently I've turned slavering 150lb dogs into lapdogs as well as bent laws to keep my dogs with me.

However, cats and I have never really seen eye to eye. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against cats but they've never been fond of me. Probably given my tendency to chase them around going "kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty".

So when the whole, "I live in the rainforest and holy shit there is a rat in my house a rat. a. RAT. Oh. My. GAWD and mice. Mice. oh my GAWD." problem occurred a cat seemed to be the best answer.

And it was.

Please note: Greebo (the kitty) is doing his job. Living things do not last long round these parts. Many a baby lizard have I caught and tossed outside with a whispered, "run fool! Run!!!" I'm fairly certain my dogs are still alive by sheer mass. Something the size of a pug would be killed and strung up as a warning to other dogs by this cat. (Sorry, he kinda IS that creepy)

As well as my dogs are trained is as well as this cat has me trained.

Tonight we had the following discussion:

"HUMAN!! Open my packet of wet food!"

*me enjoying a movie* "shut up Greebo"

"HUMAN!! Do it now or there will be consequences!"

*goes to take shower, hears CRASH from kitchen, goes into kitchen*

~Greebo looking smug~

*I pick up keys, safety glasses, wallet, and pen from floor*

"Human, last chance!" he meows.

Then, the little bastard twines around my open bottle of diet coke spills it, stands over it, and watches gleefully and it pours all over the counter and onto the floor.

*sighing with resignation I open a packet of food, clean the mess off the counter and floor, take a shower, and go to bed*

Game, set, and match goes to the cat. again.

~sigh~

Oh dear.
I am a maelstom of emotions right now.
I hate my job I love my job.
I am prolly going to get smushed by a palm tree in the apparently horrific hurricane season we are going to have. I want but can’t afford a satellite phone.
I sincerely fear I’m dumber than the people I work with.
Is sex just sex? Yes. Yes it is. Or yes it can be. So if that’s true than sex with someone you don’t really like or someone you really couldn’t fall in love with is for the best. But does that remove something from it? I don’t know.
Okay. Maelstrom over.

>Soooo, guess what?
It was me. Me. I was the jackass in the meeting.
I swear–went to bed at 10pm last night. Nothing exciting. Woke up before my alarm this morning and felt well rested and awesome. But by the time I got to the work meeting I was draggin ass.
The room was super warm and it took all my concentration to stay awake. I would swear in a court of law I stayed awake, alas, according to 3 co-workers and my boss I looked like hell. And looked like I was sleeping.
Well. Shit.
The only thing I did differently was take 1/2 a sleeping pill last night.
Right. Not doing that again.
~sigh~
You get to look and feel hungover with none of the pleasant affects.
~FUSS~
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