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The good news is I got out of work two hours early. Woohoo!

The bad news is that it was a good thing I got out of work two hours early because I don't know what the hell I did to my wrist, but OW. Seriously, it just started hurting, and then it swelled up, and now I can barely move it without wincing.

So now it's off to get an icepack and take an ibuprofen, and then to answer emails, and then ... I don't know. I'll pass out in a great big heap in my bed and whimper a lot like I did something way more serious than sprain, twist, or otherwise injure my wrist. What's the appropriate whimpering level for being stalked by Death?

You're right, that might be a bit much. What if I reached the appropriate whimpering level for someone with whom Death was constantly engaging in a lively game of Ding, Dong, Ditch?

Hmph. Need cheesecake.

EDIT: For the record, can I just ... just ... HAVE that? Because really, THAT guy holding a baby? Jesus OMG YESPLEASE.

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My computer just spent the entire afternoon moving roughly at the speed of oatmeal. Now I know why oatmeal's never beaten any landspeed records. Oh, I desperately need to see about getting my tax return already so I can get the laptop I want. I've tried to reason myself out of it, but the laptop is caaaaaaaalling to me. It knows my name. It sings to me when I sleep. HELP ME.

So I spent the last half hour in the ballroom and I'm probably going back in again, although it's mostly because I don't have enough time to pound out another Supernatural fic before I leave for work (my brain thanks me for the day off, although I may dredge up some Wincest tomorrow just 'cause, and I'm dying to write Uncle-Dean-teaching-Sam's-kids-annoying-stuff-while-babysitting fic) and I'm all full of energy. I think those extra two hours of sleep wired me up.

This Saturday, my friends from work and I are going to the bar at seven in the morning. What? Don't look at me like that. This Saturday's is Scranton's St. Patrick's Day parade, and seven's when they start serving. ;)