and the collision of your kiss...

Work managed to fly by while still feeling like I was trapped in quicksand, sinking ever so slowly. *yawns* The last hour would not fucking end, man. Would. Not. End. Alas, tonight I have to go in at 10, but it's payday and I get to leave at 6, so I will not complain too terribly much about it, I suppose.

Oookay. Now to physically force this upload to move faster, damn it. I've got things to do, you know. Things! To do!

... Yeah. I'm weird. *hordes confetti*

Yay, I got a call from Ryan. :D This maketh me happy. Though not so happy to hear that his annoying friend is having chest pains.

*bangs her head on the desk* Fuzzy. Kay. Sleep beckons, and I'm her wench and she knows it full well.