Now I like to put myself in the Type 2 category!
One week one week one week one week one week.
Until Thanksgiving break.
Maybe, if I’m super productive, it’ll be one week until I Woke Up LA 7 and 8 come out. Oh, I shouldn’t tease you like that. I planned to be much more productive this weekend than I was, but I ended up sleeping it away as usual. I blame the shitty work week schedule for this. In fact, it is entirely work’s fault that these chapters weren’t released months ago. Stupid needing money to live!
Anyway, I might go crazy before Thanksgiving gets here. I’m taking off two extra days, the day before Thanksgiving, and the Monday after, just because I can and because if I don’t, I’ll completely lose it.
Right now, I’m having to work on the world’s worst project (and by “right now” I mean “will start when I can muster up the will power”), which involves me sifting through hundreds of pictures of DEAD ANIMALS and fitting them into a decision tree system which tells a user the best method to dispose of animal carcasses. You just don’t get much grosser than that. Unless you’re the person doing the disposing. In which case, I think you’re loony, but glad someone is there to do it. I’m fighting some strong urges to upload some of these pictures for you now so you can share in my joy. But, I won’t do it.
So anyone else think this writer’s strike sucks major ass cakes? I agree with the writers and blame the Big Guys in Suits for being monstrous (particularly for resorting to firing all staff from The Office–what the fuck is that?), but damn it all, I’m going to be major cranky when my shows stop airing new episodes. >:[ I guess it’s a good thing I’m several weeks behind on Days of Our Lives right now.
Ugh, I tried out this hand sanitizer stuff in the bathroom and it fucking smells. I’m going to have to go back in there and wash it off because this is just nauseating. I do hate that my nose is by far my strongest sense. It’s very annoying in situations like this and when Andy has garlic flavored chicken wings.
This scattered post brought to you by and inspired by Halle-I-Weaned-Myself-Off-Insulin Berry, who is now toward the top of my incredibly stupid celebrity list. It’s one thing for any random person who doesn’t live with or know anyone who has diabetes to make a statement like that. It’s another for a person who has supposedly lived with some type of diabetes for nearly 20 years, and who is supposedly a spokesperson for the disease to make a statement to the press that is so completely and utterly wrong in every way imaginable. Way to add to the confusion, ding dong.
