All Work and no Play Make Tin a Dull Sith

Inventory went quite well, so I got off shortly after 4 PM. Feeling like crap and experiencing a fair amount of hunger, I attempted some Total Protein cereal, which immediately came back on me. After getting sick, I watched a little bit of Hannibal on TV, then passed out for about three hours.

I was up and out the door by 10:30 heading for work. I'm still pretty sick. My head feels heavy and weird. If the phone doesn't plague me too much, I'm pretty certain I'll be able to sleep quite well tonight.

When I got to Telesuck, I was relieving the new chick Angela. She was talking about how busy it had been and I commented that I hoped it slowed down so I could sleep. Then I said that, since I was in my 30s, I had no problem sleeping sitting straight up in a chair, but there was no way I could do it when I was in my 20s. Angela was surprised that I was almost 37. She told me that she thought I was a student in my 20s. HA! Now, that made my evening.

SNL is on with Usher as musical guest. That man can dance like nobody's damned business. Surely he doesn't have a bone in his body. I think I'm in love. He's proof that there's real talent out there in the music and entertainment world. It's just that the record companies usually refuse to acknowledge talent, going instead with crap wastes of space like Titney Spears.

Tomorrow, I shall sleep until 1 PM, get up and de-Sasquatch, and then spend some time with Llew. I need to get in some walking as well. Until then, I'm making like a working weasel and sleeping on the job.

In parting, here's a couple of groovy quiz/meme things:
( yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn )

Will Daddy Pay?

I doubt it. The Bitch Daughter stripped him of almost his entire inheritance so far. Guess she may have to actually get a job with some real insurance before being able to get plastic surgery, if insurance will even pay for it.

How convenient for her so far that my taxes from my two jobs (she doesn't work) paid for her surgery and Daddy took care of everything else.
( from the surgery page of Llew's Bitch Daughter )

She makes me fucking sick. I don't think I've ever hated anyone quite like I despise this human version of a toxic waste dump.

Stymied

Right now, I'm relaxing here with Llew on the end of the bed. It's been one of those weirdo, "I ain't had enough sleep" days. In fact, I got up way too late earlier today, rising at 1:15 instead of 12. After roaming the house in an addled funk for about an hour, I proceeded to de-Sasquatch, then called Llew.

He came over and we had chili and watched Master and Commander: the Far Side of the World. A fine piece of filmwork! And Billy Boyd is in it, so that was a pleasant surprise. w00t! While watching this grandiose movie, I also sipped on a new Crystal Light drink (well, it might not be new, but it's new to me): Tangerine-Strawberry. TASTY! Llew and I drank copious amounts of this and, later, Aunt Tudi joined in the fray. I'll be buying more of this.

Now, I'm still stymied but basking in affection and such, so life is good.

Props to maddycross for being present and accounted for.