oy. I will finish the resume. I will not type emails. okay, so technically this is an email but it's also a blog. so it doesn't count. nolen is watching cute animated animals do horrible things and isabelle is making cookies. noisy. how I wish the cottage had internet. okay so why do I need internet to work on the resume? I could just work on it out there and then send it in the morning. ah. yes. bitchy. tired. awash with fatigue. that is me in a nutshell. not thinking clearly.
I got to work at 10 this morning. on time. barely. and then no one was there. wtf. L-d put up a sign that said noon. okay, why is she in charge when the cats are away? and can I stop trash talking her?trash thinking her? no. not today. I can't. tattoo makeup. bad bleached hair. that voice. it could cut wood. those appliqued sweaters and cloying accessories. topped off with that attitude. which I can only sneeringly type as 'self-appointed princess of the valley' stop it. trash talking is so not feng shui.
teamed up today with an o i t but all the traditional schools don't go back until next monday. bugger. made the day a scramble. we were all over the place. trying to get that damn goal. and we did. finally.
I can't take the sound anymore of crying baby woodland creatures. this is worse than south park. who was the deviant who gave the son this dvd for his birthday?
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