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.
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Also, hi! I'll be home in 40 mins, max. Would you be available for IMness and squeeing about Firefly roundabout then?
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;D
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Yes! Shall be waiting, possibly with bells on.
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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
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thinksknows I'm a perv, so you know. No use in keeping up the illusion.From:
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