me...I'm back at work now as well...11 days off was nice, but not long enough. But I'm off again in 16 days for another 10 day break, this time AWAY - on the Cocos Islands no less!!
Became quite the 'camping store whore' over the holidays buying up necessities to camp out on Direction Island for a couple of days...
"Right away would be good. Right now would be better"
-- Nick Succorso OK, so what's the speed of dark?- Larry the Cable Guy
I feel exhausted. Six days of work in a row, and for the last three weeks only a day off a week. I feel like my mind is going to explode. Only one day left, and then the effing holidays are OVER for the theater.
Avatar wrote:But then, the answers provided by your imagination are not only sometimes best, but have the added advantage of being unable to be wrong.
Pissed off. I got a response back from Archos at last: "Please delete the cookies in your web browser and try again. There is no problem with the web store."
KiGirl wrote:back at work. kids had a snow day today; it was supposed to be their first day back after the holiday break. lucky kids! i want to be a kid again.
I feel. . . tired. I started my work day at 5:00 AM. I had to travel 2 hours to teach my computer application class at another clinic. And odds are that I won't be done with work until 6 PM, so I think I'll see home around 8 o'clock tonight. And just thinking about it makes me exhausted!
Yeah, being a kid is fun. I took a bubble bath yesterday and watched some Neon Genesis Evangelion. Now I'm eating some candy and watching more Evangelion. As Dr. Frank-N-Furter said: "Don't dream it, be it."
"I support the destruction of the Think-Tank." - Avatar, August 2008
I find that skipping and jumping around the house while gustily singing "I wanna be a monkey, a monkey monkey monkey!" at the top of my lungs to be quite kid-endorphin releasing. And it makes me laugh. I sometimes follow that up with a tremendous ear shattering drum solo with wooden spoons on the pots and pans.
Now if I could just find a way to wear live bees as jewelry all the time.....
Cameraman Jenn wrote:I find that skipping and jumping around the house while gustily singing "I wanna be a monkey, a monkey monkey monkey!" at the top of my lungs to be quite kid-endorphin releasing. And it makes me laugh. I sometimes follow that up with a tremendous ear shattering drum solo with wooden spoons on the pots and pans.
I remember that. I still do it.
I feel a strange combination of good and tired. I don't think I'm going to bike downtown today. I'm just to tired.
Avatar wrote:But then, the answers provided by your imagination are not only sometimes best, but have the added advantage of being unable to be wrong.
Emotional Leper wrote:I don't think Frank-n-furter is the one to be quoting for advice.
I think the Dr. was wildly happy, even if it was only for a brief time.
We did watch the same movie, right? The movie that was a railing against the Bohemian lifestyle practised by Frank-n-furter?
I feel argumentative. Or I would feel argumentative, if I wasn't sure of my absolute rightness in all things, including, but not limited to: teas, puppy dogs, and whip cream.
kids had a snow day today; it was supposed to be their first day back after the holiday break. lucky kids! i want to be a kid again.
