*spazzes*
OMG too fucking much shit to do!
*gets out chainsaw*
*bemoans lack of four day weekends*
*hates cut cards and incrementals with a mad passion*
If I don't walk the dogs tonight they will gang up on me in my sleep and kill me. Big Fido has the switchblade, I can hear it. To do this it would be nice to be able to stand in a completely vertical position, rather than looking like Quasimodo's slightly-less-attractive-and-more-stooped-child. BUT NO BECAUSE I HAD TO CARRY AN ENTIRE HOJILLION BOXES OF CARDS THIS WEEK! SERIOUSLY! THOUSANDS OF CARDS!
I need rum.