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Tired. In a good way, though. Sick, though. Have some sort of upper-respiratory thing (dry cough/sore throat/chest), going on..due to an incident at work, where a paralyzed resident just totally sprayed me with all sorts of lovely and colourful gob right in the face, as she was choking and I was holding her head up..Good times.

Got thirty-seven gallons of kero hauled up and down and up and down the hill, this afternoon, so - yay for warmth; glad to be able to do it. :)

Got groceries, too, and various and sundry. There's a freeze on frivolous spending, though, as a result, so my pg hoody will just have to wait..Eeee..We'll be fine.

Behold the horror of watermarks; courtesy of gayalithiel:







It's horrific, is it not?

I'm-ah gonna take a nap, now, I think.

*thud*

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Seriously NOT trying to be a dick, here. I know I said I'd be online, but then, at eight? I laid down to nap 'til ten..next thing I know? It's going on midnight.

I vaguely remember DJ coming in and telling me that it was quarter past ten, but apparently the sirensong of warmth and comfort was too much for me. There was a, 'Down the Dolce Vita'-inspired pg dream of some sort ('all the while his hand was on my shoulder, I was scared of being easy prey') - wherein said 'Dolce Vita' was a club in Italy, and current!pg was wearing a non-Rael-esque black leather jacket and fingerless gloves (a'la, 'Barry Williams Show') and I was quite cocky!Jack-esquelly proud as shit to be sitting at His Table, and kept sneaking looks at him from underneath my bangs..Heh. Alrighty.

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Made burgers and soup for supper, and I could probably do a most sincere commercial for Montreal Steak Spice. I could. It makes the ordinary extraordinary. Yes, I know it's sodium-laden, but wtf. Once in a while won't kill you.

After spending time on the phone with Pete? Trust me. YOU'D reach for the nearest Evil-Thing-That-Is-Bad-For-You-And-Poisoning-Your-System-And-GIVING-YOU-WORMS!!!-And-Here-Take-THESE-Supplements-They-Only-Cost-Twenty-Eight-Bucks-Per-Bottle-causing item, and sprinkle it on YOUR evil!red meat, too.

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I know they're pissed at me, at work. I offered to come in and wear a mask, but instead, got semi-chewed out over the phone for not reporting the aforementioned 'gob-in-the-face' incident as, 'an accident, an exposure' (and thereby fucking up everyone's 'Safety BINGO'-game) - I honestly didn't know. Crap. I'm sure to hear about it, tomorrow, and it can't be helped, tonight.

I'm so thirsty, it's almost scary.

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OMG, I'm going under, again. I am.