Monday,
April 14, 2008

Moderately pukey

Which is how I'm feeling, thanks to all the freaking tree sex going on out there and my sinuses going completely apeshit. What I really, REALLY want to do is crawl into bed and hibernate until September.

What I did anyway is haul my ass out to Stonebriar to order a new pair of glasses (my left earpiece snapped off yesterday, and I have rimless glasses so there's almost no way to fix this. Did I mention that I have a job interview tomorrow? And it takes 8-10 days for rimless glasses to come in, as they can't be made on site? Oh, and that I now have a small blob of hot glue holding on the earpiece? Fabulous...), pick up some new tank shells for interview purposes, do laundry, and go out there into the vegetative smegma and get my walk in for today.

At least I had a new episode of We're Mean Because You're Stupid to keep me company, she said, giving The QCast Connection a meaningful look.

Oh, dear Glory

Now you know what I looked like when I was sixteen. Even then, I looked like I was plotting something...

Of course, the scary thing is that I still look recognizably like me, as this picture of me at 35 demonstrates.

To be honest, there are baby pictures of me at 1 year old where it's totally obvious it's me. The Bodacious Brit says that I don't age much, and I'm starting to think he's right.

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