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It started out as the girl I worked the machine with tonight turning to me at one point and saying sarcastically, "Thanks, Captain Obvious." My immediate response was to say in the tone of an audience for a children's show talking back to the host, "Thank you, Captain Obvious!" Then followed, "We love yoooooooou, Captain Obvious," and my personal favorite, "Captain Obvious, if I don't get a pony, I'm giving you a respiratory disorder," which wins simply for existing. (It helps if you picture me doing all of this with cute little French braids like some adorable moppet.)

In summation, the people I work with are going insane and intend on taking me with them.

When I started my shift last night I was wearing a Superman T-shirt to show off my One Ring tat and talking to my friend Jess about Supernatural fanfic. I think we should all sit back and watch as the counter on my "Days since last incident of excessive geekiness in a real-world setting" sign goes back down to zero.

This was the second night in three days one of my friends has left work for the hospital for some sort of attack. The other night it was anxiety, tonight it was asthma. I keep breaking my co-workers.

On the other hand, tonight I'm skipping out on work to ... I don't know, I'll find something worthless to do that'll be more interesting than work. Hell, there's always writing more porn to fall back on.

I'm going to go call in a personal day and head to bed. Tell me a bedtime story? *bats eyelashes*

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I was going to call off with a personal day today anyway just for the hell of it, and for some stupid reason I woke up too sore to move. I mean, to the point where I had to pop an Advil to walk into the kitchen. OW. I don't know what the hell I did to myself, but I don't think my muscles are supposed to throb like this.

I'm currently watching Wonder Boys. I hate Tom Cruise right now simply for screwing over an awesome movie for me, because all I'm doing right now is lamenting the fact Katie Holmes is in this. And this is the only movie I can stand her in, for crying out loud. *gags*

And now, a meme ...

How many times has someone on your friends list posted about something and you were really confused, but you didn't want to ask because you knew you SHOULD know? How many times have you felt 'guilty' asking a close LJ friend a question that should be 'obvious'?

Well, here's your chance.

If you've missed a few things, missed an entry and are confused, ask me any thing. Even something EXTREMELY basic, like where I live! I'm not allowed to get even slightly irritated at any of the questions - we've all missed things before. In turn, though, you must repost this in your own journal.

Do you realize that if I played by the rules right now, I'd be at work?

Or, to describe my night with another movie quote, so far tonight I've done absolutely nothing and it was everything I thought it could be.

Well, okay, I've been working on fic. An easy explanation for why I end up getting another damn fic done every other day is because every time I get a fic idea, I start it in a file at the very least. It explains why I've got a document file with seven started stories in it right now. Normally there's more, but since my computer busted last time, I lost a lot of the stories I started and didn't get to finish. *grumbles* I've started three tonight. And what really breaks my brain is that I've written nineteen fics so far this month and it's the twenty-fourth. Twelve more in a week and I could have written one for every day of the month. Please don't encourage this. I need to leave my house. And occasionally my chair. Did I mention I slept in my butterfly chair AGAIN today? Sheesh.

Oh, and later I have to work on my resume, because yay for a job fair tomorrow! *happy dance* Here's hoping there's something not total crap there.

I just read somebody referring to Harold on Top Chef as the Mr. Darcy. That right there? Is a frightfully apt description for a cooking show contestant. EDIT: HA! I knew it! ( Spoiler for the next TC )

*wanders away to slack off some more*