Dollies need love

( Pullip crossing. )

Work was dull. Beyond dull. By two, I'd done most of the stuff I could do by myself on the list, and the only things left either required a smidge of help, OR scrubbing the bathroom after some guy pissed all over one of the toilet seats in the women's bathroom. Yes, like that's gonna happen.

Off to have some brunch of the actual lunch variety and then I think I'm passing out. Mmm. Sleep.