If I were still in that parallel universe wherein I was a total slave and subject to the whims of Telehell, I should have been at work 20 minutes ago. Fortunately, I'm not in that reality anymore and, instead, I just woke up from a nap and am about to go to bed. This makes me very happy.
What's pathetic is when you have to get a nap in order to be able to go to bed. I know it's PMS, but damn!
I have too much to write about regarding my interaction with Llew yesterday. It will have to wait until tomorrow. On the subject of Llew, I tried to call him earlier, but there was no answer. He'd mentioned disappearing this weekend, so he may have just done that. It's a long story.
In other news, I'm sitting here looking at my Doc Ock and thinking about what I have to do tomorrow. My agenda is short, but time-consuming:
- Scan pictures of the San Diego trip and send to the Grandmother and Mother Units
- Watch Scorpion Spring and Murder on the Orient Express, both starring Alfred Molina
- Take a cold shower
- Put ear mite medicine in Chester's, Riley's, and Smidgen's ears
- Watch as hilarity ensues and they all run about rubbing their heads on anything they can find
- Sleep, sleep, and sleep some more
That is all.