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Well, plaidbrat evidently woke up around 2:45 this morning, and decided to be nice and let me sleep in until around 7ish. Which was nice of her, except for one problem- I woke up being unable to breathe. Either I've finally full-on caught the bug that laid her low last week, or my allergies have gone into overtime, between all the paper dust that floats around at work and the pollen from the nice warm day we had yesterday.

Lungbutter. Yuck. Sinus Blockade. Yuck.

Seven days remain until the Vampire Ball.

Sarcasttic Bastard needs Dayquil badly.

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Stated this morning by Mr Ellis, and quoted here for truth:


"If you want to celebrate St Pat’s today, eat a raw potato, build a house out of peat and get yourself shot by an Englishman.

And guess what? If you were born in America, you’re not Irish, you’re fucking American. Deal with it."

I am so sick of this day becoming Amateur Alcoholic Hour.

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Today, I:

Fought the common cold. (Common, I tell you, Common!)

Updated Tormented Artifacts (3 new masks. And congratulations to faerieburst, you're now officially a Tormented Artifacts model!)

Helped with sorting and organizing, then proceeded to single-handedly dissassemble, move, maneuver, bend laws of geometry and space around and reassemble two shelving units into the kidlet's closet.

Tonight, I shall cut leather and rubber, paint, assemble display racks, and laugh diabolically the entire time.


And I haven't even brewed a pot of coffee yet today.