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Mmmm. Best thing about payday weekends? The promise of Sonic for breakfast. :D Anyway. Slacking off on the board rounds but it's my short sleep day, so I'll catch up tomorrow.
Nothing much to say, except I think I mentioned the promise of a 911 story. Um, lesse, the floor was cleaned *thinks* Tuesday night. Wednesday, Virginia, the pharmacist broke out in hives. A little later she bought some meds for said hives. Less than an hour after that she comes over and asks us to check on her every thirty minutes or so because she really doesn't feel too hot. Ten minutes later, she comes over and says she'll be calling 911 because hey, the room is spinning. Kinda freaky man. So she does, and one smidge of amusement is found. She's explaining what's wrong, and where she is, and there's this pause, and she says, "Well, I am the pharmacist." So I gather they told her to go check with herself. ;) So the paramedics arrive, do their thing, and that's about the end of the story. Except her husband came to pick her up and he brought their cute little girl and as they were leaving, Virginia asked if they were taking her car, and lil girl says, "No, we're taking my daddy's car." Bratty, but cute.
Trying to figure out if I should be good and save my fun money this go round, or if I should splurge on some of the stuff I've been eying. I know, if only everyone had such a dilema, eh? :p
Siiiigh.
Oh, rooxxxxxxyyyyyy: *looks all shoulder-devil like* clickity click!
Holy fucksticks! People are actually paying $200+ for Alice [after shipping and all]? Just... wow. On the other hand, I've been half-assed tempted to grab the first Pureeza I see, and she'd probably make that look cheap. Which, my dahlings, is why I haven't.
Alright. Winners for the contest of doooom are announced, uh, Monday, sometime, i think. Which means someone needs to stop by and bring me something festive to drink to drown my sorrow in, kay?
Be good, Impy. Do not buy anything until tomorrow. You got a new book [of short stories, bother] so use that as your shiny thing.
ow. neck hurts.
Nothing much to say, except I think I mentioned the promise of a 911 story. Um, lesse, the floor was cleaned *thinks* Tuesday night. Wednesday, Virginia, the pharmacist broke out in hives. A little later she bought some meds for said hives. Less than an hour after that she comes over and asks us to check on her every thirty minutes or so because she really doesn't feel too hot. Ten minutes later, she comes over and says she'll be calling 911 because hey, the room is spinning. Kinda freaky man. So she does, and one smidge of amusement is found. She's explaining what's wrong, and where she is, and there's this pause, and she says, "Well, I am the pharmacist." So I gather they told her to go check with herself. ;) So the paramedics arrive, do their thing, and that's about the end of the story. Except her husband came to pick her up and he brought their cute little girl and as they were leaving, Virginia asked if they were taking her car, and lil girl says, "No, we're taking my daddy's car." Bratty, but cute.
Trying to figure out if I should be good and save my fun money this go round, or if I should splurge on some of the stuff I've been eying. I know, if only everyone had such a dilema, eh? :p
Siiiigh.
Oh, rooxxxxxxyyyyyy: *looks all shoulder-devil like* clickity click!
Holy fucksticks! People are actually paying $200+ for Alice [after shipping and all]? Just... wow. On the other hand, I've been half-assed tempted to grab the first Pureeza I see, and she'd probably make that look cheap. Which, my dahlings, is why I haven't.
Alright. Winners for the contest of doooom are announced, uh, Monday, sometime, i think. Which means someone needs to stop by and bring me something festive to drink to drown my sorrow in, kay?
Be good, Impy. Do not buy anything until tomorrow. You got a new book [of short stories, bother] so use that as your shiny thing.
ow. neck hurts.