Ended up driving into the center ditch on my way to work. Unharmed, car mostly unharmed as far as we can tell, I’m just stuck and need a winch out.
[NCT] “We’re going to Marie Kondo this shit!!!”
Blehhhhh. I was eating a samefood when suddenly I started tasting ingredients that were not supposed to be in there, with all of the wrong textures, and now I’m even twitchier than I was before. [feel free to mute, it’s just commute whining really]
My Captain keeps calling me Kaylee, as in the character from Firefly. XD I can’t say that the characterization isn’t wrong...
rassafraggin ddos!!
But I don’t want to put on pants and go to work.
When work makes you want to just froth at the mouth impotently.
Me: Okay, I have to get up early tomorrow. Time to sleep!
My brain: How about insomnia?
Me: No...no, that’s not what I need.
My brain: Hmm, an Atlantic accent is supposed to be something of a balance between an American and British accent. I wonder if I could learn to pull it off?
Me: NO
[Work] It's been a while since I've needed to add a pilot onto my No-Fly List. I think I've discovered one today, though.