CHIKARA always makes me happy, I've discovered.
Ganked from cherrytemptress.
I have 362 fuel cards to send out by the end of the week.
There's a certain sense of pride in transferring another thousand dollars into your higher-rate NetSaver bank account, and realising that it's hit six months worth of wages.
So last night I sat down and did my first writing since December, and my first semi-finished product since August.
I need to pee so hard I can't concentrate on anything else, but I can't leave my desk and telephones.
So on the third day of driving my new car I got a flat tyre.
The wished-for trip to the US has actually been mentioned out loud.
I'm still really down.
I just spent half my lunch hour watching nine Australian wood ducks.
I seem to only update this thing when I'm down in the dumps.
Hold the dancing masks, please.