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Jul. 9th, 2008 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyOhhhhh man, it's a rocky day today. I was up all night because I, of all things, *ate ice cream* before bed. For future reference, when the carton says 'Mocha Java' the key word is java, as in coffee, as in BIRDS? SHUT UP BIRDS ITS TOO EARLY I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED TO FEEL TIRED YET AAAAA I STEPPED IN THE DOG'S WATER DISH AGAIN.
So um where was I?
Rocky. Yes. That's it.
Fortunately, I guess, it's slow at work. My big project today is learning all the lyrics to "Put On Your Sunday Clothes". It's been stuck in my head since we saw WALL-E on Friday, and the only thing worse than a normal earworm is an earworm where you don't know a single word, no not one, and no matter how loving and tolerant your spouse is, listening to you scat sing it over and over, not even aware you're doing it, OH how that can test a marriage.
In fact, come to think of it, it's been since I started doing it that the waterbowl's started to migrate at night.
Nahhh. Coincidence.
Oh! Have I mentioned that Toby's intestinal whatsit has blown over, and he's back to whatever passes for normal? It's true! I could go on for about 2000 words about how happy his poo makes me these days, but even in my condition of total sleep-dep I still can recognize that as a bad idea. And now D and I, against all logic, are thinking of the imaginary money we didn't spend at the vet as 'found money'. Like, "let's celebrate by buying $3000 worth of pie and clean socks!" found money. This is a dangerous time, financially.
Okay. Back to lyrics and googling for tattoo ideas.
So um where was I?
Rocky. Yes. That's it.
Fortunately, I guess, it's slow at work. My big project today is learning all the lyrics to "Put On Your Sunday Clothes". It's been stuck in my head since we saw WALL-E on Friday, and the only thing worse than a normal earworm is an earworm where you don't know a single word, no not one, and no matter how loving and tolerant your spouse is, listening to you scat sing it over and over, not even aware you're doing it, OH how that can test a marriage.
In fact, come to think of it, it's been since I started doing it that the waterbowl's started to migrate at night.
Nahhh. Coincidence.
Oh! Have I mentioned that Toby's intestinal whatsit has blown over, and he's back to whatever passes for normal? It's true! I could go on for about 2000 words about how happy his poo makes me these days, but even in my condition of total sleep-dep I still can recognize that as a bad idea. And now D and I, against all logic, are thinking of the imaginary money we didn't spend at the vet as 'found money'. Like, "let's celebrate by buying $3000 worth of pie and clean socks!" found money. This is a dangerous time, financially.
Okay. Back to lyrics and googling for tattoo ideas.
