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Dear work,
I don't work for free. Thus my reaction upon learning that the checks were either mislaid or just didn't get here on time? "See ya!"

I didn't leave.

But I really wanted to.

Oh, woe is me

Good News/ Bad News:

Good! My vacation days officially rolled over. I have 15 this year, plus my anniversary special day. *is so happy*

Bad: Apparently sick days haven't rolled over yet, though, so I'm out the day I was ill Friday. Wonder if they'll do the same for my Tuesday death, too, on the next check. In theory, I suppose I could have asked and probably been granted the sick day, but I figure I'll just save that bad boy for later on in the year. Remind me of this should they try and say, "Nuh uh! You already used one!" Did not! Only counts if you pay me!

Anyway. Currently reading Beastly, and I think my Beast may have found his Belle/princess/love/whatever.

I must now go die and sleep and all that fun stuff so I do not decide, "I has money type shtuff. I should buy Sonali!" when I've just paid off Angry. Angry made my wallet hurt. HURT, I tell you.

Sunday I'm dying my hair [blond! Pray the reddish undertones travel with me, and they should as only brown tends to kill them] because I tire of this dark mess. It looks really pretty, roots aside, during the day, but I am like zee vampire. I don't frequently see the sun. And then I'll do my taxes. So it'll be pain all around.

Mumsy just said Burger King had no burgers.

I laughed until it hurt. Hell, I'm still laughing.