you’re looking a little peaked

Oh hello, working computer!

3 days.

Is there something in the water?

It’s February.

I’m having a really hard time caring about this class.

It just kind of hurt my feelings.  I mean think about it for just a second.

I’m sure I posted this recently.  I don’t care.

Russel Brand gives me the creeps.

No more pickles.  Ever.

No more incessant blather on the minutiae of your existence.

No more fighting to the death over the arctic settings on the AC.  No more “OH MY GOD IT’S SO HOT IN HERE!!!!”

3 more days.

It got very little response.  I was a little disappointed.  I’ll take it down after I get mine, I guess.

Oh the outrage at the Komen Foundation.  Those people are either getting it from the right for partnering with Planned Parenthood or getting it from the left for splitting with Planned Parenthood.  If I were them I’d say fuck it and move on.

It’s farther back than I thought.

Work Naked Day?!?  Thank God the office didn’t get that memo!

“It’s your last Random Wednesday in the soul sucking pit of hell!”  So happily true.

Well.  No one is bringing me cheesecake.

No grand gestures.

Wasn’t Don Cornelius a wife beater?

every day, every day, every day

For much of yesterday I was convinced that today would be Thursday.  My brain is just mean.

Dentist.  Whee.

It’s a busy place.

I can’t believe you haven’t said one word.

How did I get here?

I could really use a nap.  Why am I so sleepy?

I just don’t understand how you could not know.

No more aWOWah.  I think that might be my second favorite thing about this.  WOOoOOOOOW.  ah-WOOOOOOW-ah.  WOW.

Fantastic.  I should be ecstatic and I’m just depressed.  This week is kicking my ass.  Thanks, week.

Stupid week.

I don’t know why it looks like that.  I can assure you no one punched me in the eye.

I’m not not licking toads.

I’ve never been there.

I woke up with this in my head yesterday.  I have absolutely no idea why.

I will have to bake something.  But what?  I can’t decide.

That was full of errors.

sometimes

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No more passive aggressive bitchery.

No more overt bitchery.

Time is moving backwards!

Maybe I’ll get myself a gun purse for my birthday.

Just a little bit at a time.

My finger joints are hurty today.

I’m no expert, but I’m reasonably certain that that machine should not be making that noise.

and and and

Oh, I know.  This day needs a Daniel Craig break.

Well.  My teeth are very clean.

I like bracelets.

I think chocolate chip cookies and something else.  Monkey bread?  Chocolate peanut butter squares?  Chewy chocolate drop cookies?  Brownies?  Bunches of cupcakes?  I do not know.

My face kind of hurts.

I need dinner.

It’s getting dark in here.

Mad science!

They’re going to give me a gift.

Three years is a long time to be cooped up in a room with that much estrogen.  I should be getting the Medal of Courageous Restraint.

How twisted.

Well.  This is as good a place as any to conclude the last Random Wednesday from Hell.