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elfgroveI have found my personal water torture... Looking up insurance agents in a DOS-style interface while forced to listen to tele-vangelist style preachers on a radio next to you.
And don't think it didn't happen. It did. The horror my friends, the absolute horror.
Cycle for project = 5 hours behind schedule.
Looked like it might catch up as I was heading out. Nothing I could do.
Got in from work and started making sausage balls for my coworkers. Made double the normal batch. Neck and shouders ache now from rolling so many. Took forever.
Morgan brought home a mutilated furbie... That would not stop moving and making noise. I shall call him scalped-furry-thing-in-unending-death-throes. He was scalped. The face plate of fur was lifted up like some kind of macabre mask... I should take a picture.
Found out on the radio his morning that Catwoman's stunt double was a man. I mock you horny boys drooling over Halli Berry (or however you spell it) in that suit. Enjoy your man/woman in bondage gear. I'll go watch a movie where they didn't fuck up the entire plotline for the sake of sex appeal and cheap theatrics.
Early wake up tommorrow. Must bake sausage balls before work.
Why does it feel like Tuesday already?
To Do:
Finish the LotF page.
Work on SOAR expo "treasure map".
Bake Sausage Balls for work team.
Draw work comics.
ITS Bookmarks
Wash clothes
Draw song/glass pic for Doug Fugh.
Finish JP's dragon
Buy pretty Gandalf picture @ M.O.A.
G.I. my room @ K's house.
Pack to return South.
And don't think it didn't happen. It did. The horror my friends, the absolute horror.
Cycle for project = 5 hours behind schedule.
Looked like it might catch up as I was heading out. Nothing I could do.
Got in from work and started making sausage balls for my coworkers. Made double the normal batch. Neck and shouders ache now from rolling so many. Took forever.
Morgan brought home a mutilated furbie... That would not stop moving and making noise. I shall call him scalped-furry-thing-in-unending-death-throes. He was scalped. The face plate of fur was lifted up like some kind of macabre mask... I should take a picture.
Found out on the radio his morning that Catwoman's stunt double was a man. I mock you horny boys drooling over Halli Berry (or however you spell it) in that suit. Enjoy your man/woman in bondage gear. I'll go watch a movie where they didn't fuck up the entire plotline for the sake of sex appeal and cheap theatrics.
Early wake up tommorrow. Must bake sausage balls before work.
Why does it feel like Tuesday already?
To Do: