Toy Fair

Ah, Toy Fair. When I fall in love and am terrified by the future all at the same time. I'll be at work for the weekend, so I expect you lovelies to be saving pictures and sharing if/when the companies flip their shit and say "delete from the internet, that's a thing, right?"

I mean, it's less likely during TF, but it does happen.


In other news, went to work last night. Was fine for the first... four hours? And then I thought I was going to die, but there was nothing I could do about it because the new girl never showed up and I couldn't just leave. Mom was, of course, late and my replacement is a lovely lady, but she always wants to make coffee before taking over and that takes an extra ten minutes and when you feel like you're gonna die, ten minutes might as well be FOREVER.

I clocked out (eventually) grabbed some OJ and Wal-dryl and knocked that back on the way home. Where I then chugged some Zzzquil (need to buy more, self), fed the cat, and fell asleep. I woke up a few times and the third time decided I felt okay enough to get up.


I hate feeling sick. I hate it even more when I think I look sick and everyone else is just going with, "you look mad." Yes, yes, because pale as a ghost with bright red cheeks is my mad look, but it's also my "I'm sick, please let me die" look. It's the same look. There's probably something up with that...


Anyway. I need to get some more sleep before work. Great Scarrier Reef is on Nick tonight but I'd miss the end anyway so I'm just going to wait for Netflix, I guess?


In any case, I hope TF brings the goodies.