Okay, I'm ready to collapse. I've been going, going, going since 8:30 a.m. Well, before then even. I was up until around 2 a.m., knowing full and well I had to be up for 8-ish for work. So at 6:15 a.m., the dog starts going crazy, barking up a storm. Maxx does that sometimes. It's not always anything (I don't think) but he would not stop. So after yelling at him (yeah, really smart, because that's so going to help), I decided I might actually want to go see what's up. Now, embarrassing as this is to admit … I was burning up before bed, so I decided to sleep in just my undies. (Yes, I'm sure you wanted to know this.) I get out of bed, without my contacts in, not knowing where my glasses are – so I'm freaking blind as a bat. I barely manage to get out of the bed without breaking my neck, groggy and sightless as I am, and grab my mom's thick bathrobe, hoping that'll shield me and all. I get to the front door, and there's someone in the yard. Maxx is going crazy, I'm standing there in a bathrobe having just gotten out of the bed and I can't see jack shit. And there's a guy in the yard, yelling out our roommate's last name. So I'm just blinking, trying to see what the hell he looks like but I have no clue. I can't see. I think I said something along the lines of "I'll get her." Meandered back into the house – I think I closed the door. Heh. Knocked on our roommate's door and told her some guy was there. She asked what time it was, and I had no fucking idea. Didn't look at the clock until I got back in the room, then I groaned and went back to bed.
Got up for work, got there right on time, exhausted as anything but pretending to be awake. Busy, busy, busy day. Then as per usual when I'm working with this specific teller, something major came up. I swear, every time she and I work, we end up with some huge problem that she has to take care of while I run around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to take care of the lobby and drive through. Got out at 12:15 by some miracle, but it was storming so I had to be extra careful on the drive back.
My dog gave me the most pathetic puppy eyes in the world because he wanted to get out of the rain. So like any self-respecting dog owner, I took him inside . . .
. . . and promptly proceeded to give the mutt a bath. Poor dear. Got in from the rain, only to be put in the bathtub.
I then washed the bedsheets, vacuumed the house, cleaned the kitchen, cooked food, did another load of laundry, remade the bed . . . and now I sit here on my ass, still caught in "putting off research paper-it is." Yeah, it's a serious disease, that.
So I'm sitting here, when I should be doing work, enjoying some free form role play as I chat with another few people, and text message someone else – in pretty good spirits, really. And I've come to a conclusion.
Cadbury Crème Eggs are egg-stremely (heheh, I couldn't resist… -ahem-) are extremely obscene little candies. I assume anyone reading this knows what one is, but if you don't, it's an egg shaped hollowed out chocolate with … creamy stuff in the middle. It is white and thick. But uh. Unlike other . . . comparable liquids, this is extremely sweet. Okay. Yes. I was eating one, and it's a little messy, so it got on my chin, and I had to resist bursting out laughing because of the density and the . . .
Not that I would know what said comparable liquid tastes or feels like or anything like that. –coughs–. Yes. Um. Okay. So this entry is just digging me into a hole here. –groans– I need to quit while I'm behind.
And on that note, the words of the day:
Algolagnia (noun): sexual pleasure derived from giving or receiving pain, as in masochism and sadism.
Concupiscence (noun): sexual desire; lust; ardent, usually sensuous, longing.
Epistemophilia (noun): a love of knowledge, especially excessive.
It just felt appropriate! (Take that however you want, pervs.)
THE END!
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