Veddy interesting
Feb. 18th, 2004 12:16 pmJust the friend's stats thing
( cut for her pleasure )
I've been wanting to post, but I've been getting home tired, hungry and all around cranky.
I did want to let the worl know I'm still pissed about not getting to see Voltaire last night, but my car will be thrilled that I have the extra 4 hours I worked yesterday, to help repair my car. The bill that I will be presenting my Cape Boss is disturbing, and I think I have to cut it down, but it's big. And I'll be I have an issue getting it.
I'm late, and don't feel like going. My alarm went off at 7:30, woke up at nine, got three phone calls from two different clients asking one pertinent and two stupid questions (No, I don't think you have a $15,000 buffer. Let's not be stupid.) I'd like to just go to work at CPA #2, and get myself into that schedule I so desperately think will make me into a "grownup" I also check email/LJ too much. Bleh. I think I need a forced break away from this thing.
I am DREADING tomorrow. I have to get up at 7:30 and get the hell out of the house early. I dunno how that's going to happen. I want to go out tonight. I need to call Bret and tell him NOT to come tonight - I can't stay til close and he only started dancing last time at about 12:15. *heaves sigh* Tomorrow will SUCK, and woe to he who gets in my way tomorrow night.
Am VERY MUCH enjoying Witch Hunter Robin. Almost ready to just order DVD's and get the suspense out of the way. If they exist. The brooding forehead in this, Amon, is going to rock my little world.
Last night the Unit hept talkign AT me, and I had a plate of meat in front of me. The only thing I took out of it that was helpful is that she bought a stirfry pan, which will HOPEFULLY now make my life easier. I just wanted to eat my long overdue dinner, and THEN be bitched at. *sighs* SO work isn't safe, and neither is home. I *heart* my car.
OK, I'm wanting a shower and food - a chicken sandwich is sounded right proper. I also have chocolate Oreos, which maked everything better, by definition.
( cut for her pleasure )
I've been wanting to post, but I've been getting home tired, hungry and all around cranky.
I did want to let the worl know I'm still pissed about not getting to see Voltaire last night, but my car will be thrilled that I have the extra 4 hours I worked yesterday, to help repair my car. The bill that I will be presenting my Cape Boss is disturbing, and I think I have to cut it down, but it's big. And I'll be I have an issue getting it.
I'm late, and don't feel like going. My alarm went off at 7:30, woke up at nine, got three phone calls from two different clients asking one pertinent and two stupid questions (No, I don't think you have a $15,000 buffer. Let's not be stupid.) I'd like to just go to work at CPA #2, and get myself into that schedule I so desperately think will make me into a "grownup" I also check email/LJ too much. Bleh. I think I need a forced break away from this thing.
I am DREADING tomorrow. I have to get up at 7:30 and get the hell out of the house early. I dunno how that's going to happen. I want to go out tonight. I need to call Bret and tell him NOT to come tonight - I can't stay til close and he only started dancing last time at about 12:15. *heaves sigh* Tomorrow will SUCK, and woe to he who gets in my way tomorrow night.
Am VERY MUCH enjoying Witch Hunter Robin. Almost ready to just order DVD's and get the suspense out of the way. If they exist. The brooding forehead in this, Amon, is going to rock my little world.
Last night the Unit hept talkign AT me, and I had a plate of meat in front of me. The only thing I took out of it that was helpful is that she bought a stirfry pan, which will HOPEFULLY now make my life easier. I just wanted to eat my long overdue dinner, and THEN be bitched at. *sighs* SO work isn't safe, and neither is home. I *heart* my car.
OK, I'm wanting a shower and food - a chicken sandwich is sounded right proper. I also have chocolate Oreos, which maked everything better, by definition.