I've been told that I'm working too much lately and should get out of the store at my appointed time. So what do you suppose could happen on the first day I worked less than 12 hours in the past three weeks? Well, by the end of my day, I had developed a migrane (my first stress induced one ever! woo hoo!) and had to ride my bike home without being able to focus my eyes. Made it home safe and sound. Then I'm in my room minding my own business when I hear small children screaming and carrying on in my house?!? After a few minutes, I decide to go check it out and as it turns out, three small children (about 4 to 6 years old) have overpowered Sol and forced their way into the house and are now running amuck, I found two of them coming up the stairwell as I was going down. Now, I have no problems with kids, but I'd hate for one of them to fall and bust their head open in my living room and then have to explain why there's a bleeding child in my house. So I rangled them up and sent them outside (one of them tried to take Sol's Nixon mask from Halloween) and that was that. Then Maryjo came by and brought us chocolate. Thank You!! and she and all the roommates and I watched American Idol. The last time we were all together like that was when we were watching Jeopardy cause that one guy kept winning. When Maryjo left, I retired to my room and erased about 70 spam comments ranging from Black girls giving head to Embroidered baby blankets.
Stick a fork in me.
Good night
At least the spam wasn't about black girls giving head to baby blankets. Speaking as someone who apparently suffers from a small penis and low ejaculate volume, it could be worse.
I hope your days get shorter and less stressful, or at the very least, less surreal. *hugs*
Posted by: joniqua at April 26, 2005 02:52 PM