and yes, your skeletons in the closets (might I bring a few of mine?)

[themeletor]

came home early from my last day of work with food poisoning. yes, FOOD POISONING -- at least that's my suspicion, as there are KNIVES IN MY STOMACH, TWISTING, and I've had this twice before and both times it's been traceable back to 1) Culver's and 2) Noodles, respectively.

"Bob Evan's Breakfast Bake", A POX ON THEE.

and, see, I feel quite terrible because I was assigned 15 rooms today and we have maybe five girls working -- four, now -- and they're each gonna get those rooms split between them now, but, damn. I couldn't push my cart to the next room. I barely managed the drive home, and thank God it's just a mile and a bit through the subdivision -- no major streets.

anyway, I can't sit up to type any more; time to squinch up in a little ball and vid.

[ETA: OH MAN. I MISSED SGA LAST NIGHT. *fails*]

[ETA2: I want to use the phrase "peals of laughter" in something. now. or possibly just the word "peals".]

Comments

[shrieking-ell.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

and last night's episode (actually Friday night's) SUCKED. It really bit the big one. i hated it. the 200th episode of SG-1 just before it however - had me rolling on the floor laughing. That was so worth it. And i still love Richard Dean Anderson.