Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'd prefer these days off if I actually got to lie around like a slug Ok, so. Hmm. You have maybe heard we got a little snow in the Washington, DC area, yah? So much that the federal govt. told everybody to stay home, and since my place of employment follows the fed's lead, I got another day off. Big fat fucking whoop. It was hardly a relaxing day, lemme tell you what. I am sore from shoveling several Mt. Everests worth of snow from around cars. And my mom was in rare form the past two days, ranting and up and down, from forced, hysterical giggling at things that weren't particularly funny, to red-eye, Satan-voice, psycho killer screaming at everybody within range. Plus, the Bemo is mighty sick, and dosed with enough DayQuil to kill an elephant. Work tomorrow will be like picking wildflowers on a mountain top with Heidi, lemme tell you what. Heh, the dog is twitching in her sleep. Chasing bunnies, no doubt. Going off to bathe and soak some sore muscles in Eucalyptus Spearmint oil. Ahhh. 9:29 p.m. - 2003-02-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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