On the average night at work, I can expect to get somewhere around half-a-dozen to a dozen jobs; at busy times like this one, thirty isn't unknown. And now, with me sitting here like a wrung-out washcloth as I recover from food poisoning, feeling as though I have the world's worst tequila hangover- only cubed- and with a skull and mouth that feel as though an army had been bivouacing in them, how many jobs do I have to trudge my way through before I can ooze my way home to bed...?
One. All three pages of it. it'll be here any minute.
Whew.
One. All three pages of it. it'll be here any minute.
Whew.
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Date: 2003-10-21 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-22 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-23 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-21 11:03 pm (UTC)Get yourself to bed, little moron !
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Date: 2003-10-22 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-22 12:38 pm (UTC)drink lots o' fluids and get some sleep, for the sake of little monkeys!
...or little coyotes, even, perish the thought?
Date: 2003-10-22 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-22 04:15 pm (UTC)