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[bubosquared]

I've had Jayne's ballad in my head since yesterday, which is shaping up to be the one bright spot in this whole fucking day. *kicks logging program* work, damn you!

And once again, the back of my thighs is sore and stiff as if I've run five miles yesterday, and I can't figure out why. This is vexing.

Just over an hour until I can go home and do nothing for an evening and a day. Bweeee! And I have a nice bottle of wine to celebrate with, too. :D

[ETA] See, this is why they need to give my stuff to do, here. Because if I don't have any actual work that needs doing, I end up reading porn. At work. Good porn. Um. Yes. And also, gah.[/ETA]

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[babyofthegroup.livejournal.com]

YOU CAN'T DO NOTHING, YOU OWE A MM STORYYYYYYYYYYYY!

and, uh, all that admin-y stuff? turns out I've been doing the majority of soothing late people, granting extensions, and scowling. but not handing out pinch hitters, because i'm apparently incapable. and I should just give it all to you and run screaming away to work this yuletide thing, shouldn't I?

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Go do your yuletide thing, I'll send out pinch-hit assignments (can you send me a proper xls version of the spreadsheep, BTW?) and I WILL finish my fic!

[babyofthegroup.livejournal.com]

Whee! Sent you the spreadsheep ;D

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

:P Hush, you.

[babyofthegroup.livejournal.com]

I only pointed it out because you kept talking about how you spelled it wrong all the time :)

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

I did it AGAIN in IM with Amy earlier tonight. *facepalm* Maybe I secretly am Welsh ...