My dreams have the worst soundtrack ever.
Jan. 12th, 2005 09:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyI'm not sure, as my feet are kind of in so much pain that I can't really feel them, but I think my socks are damp. Ewww.
Tis another foggy day here in Imp-central. So foggy that when crossing the bridge, I looked to my right and couldn't see anything but fog. No water, no ships, no giant bridge of doom being worked on in the distance. Nothing. This creeped me out about as much as when I went out at 4AM to clean the doors at work and I couldn't see across the highway, but I could hear people walking to their cars... across the highway. :p
Quick tale from work: This weird short guy who's missing quite a few teeth and smells awful kept coming in last night. First he asked where the batteries were... I turn to my left, point at the wall that's a couple of feet away from us and say, "Um, there?" He then asks, without moving, how much they are. o_O If those are the cheapest batteries we have. And I'm trying very hard not to run to the phone and call for the manager since my spidey sense was tingling.
He came in again, and again, and again. Twice within an hour. The last time, as Satan was standing right by the door, he walked out and set the alarm off. Satan went out after him. I wonder what he said/did.
Okay. Feet hurt and rumor has it Ryan is supposed to call today. I need sleep. *hugs*
But first... *eyes Summer and points to PullipParade* Hee! Sacralita's calling you.
Tis another foggy day here in Imp-central. So foggy that when crossing the bridge, I looked to my right and couldn't see anything but fog. No water, no ships, no giant bridge of doom being worked on in the distance. Nothing. This creeped me out about as much as when I went out at 4AM to clean the doors at work and I couldn't see across the highway, but I could hear people walking to their cars... across the highway. :p
Quick tale from work: This weird short guy who's missing quite a few teeth and smells awful kept coming in last night. First he asked where the batteries were... I turn to my left, point at the wall that's a couple of feet away from us and say, "Um, there?" He then asks, without moving, how much they are. o_O If those are the cheapest batteries we have. And I'm trying very hard not to run to the phone and call for the manager since my spidey sense was tingling.
He came in again, and again, and again. Twice within an hour. The last time, as Satan was standing right by the door, he walked out and set the alarm off. Satan went out after him. I wonder what he said/did.
Okay. Feet hurt and rumor has it Ryan is supposed to call today. I need sleep. *hugs*
But first... *eyes Summer and points to PullipParade* Hee! Sacralita's calling you.
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