Translated from gruntish:

[bubosquared]

So, let's see. so far, my day has consisted of:

• Twelve spontaneous logouts from the IMS server;
• Eleven hundred things to do in the next two and a half hours;
• Ten phone calls in a row;
• Nine minutes before I call the phone fixing place back to demand to speak to a tech;
• Eight words written;
• Seven words deleted;
• Six plot bunnies hatching;
• Five cigarettes;
• Four mugs of coffee;
• Three nasty falls on my way from my flat to the station;
• Two wet and cold feet;
• And a splitting headache of undetermined origin.

So no, I'm not having a good day today.

Comments

[rane-ab.livejournal.com]

Awww... Poor Melle. *pets*

If only you could kill off those plotbunnies and use the fur to warm your feet...

I can sympathise with those falls, though I managed not to fall (yet) today -- had a few close shaves, though. Not to mention in the car this morning, when they hadn't sprinkled salt everywhere yet. Ugh, scary! I got up 45 minutes early to get to my train on time.
I hope you got away with just a scare... Though those can rather ruin your day, too.

Good luck with those phones...

*gives telepathic headmassage*

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

*purs* Thank you.

Yeah, mostly got away with a bruise on my ass and one on my hand from trying to avoid falling, but still. Bah.