| Current mood: | groggy |
zzz...*snort*...wha....?
oh boy... ::rubs eyes, and sends glasses flying off face and too the floor:: damnit... ::picks up glasses, and yawn:: I think Jack must have slipped some nightQuill into my juice, and I've apperently crashed at my desk, and I've got a word document open, with over 150 pages of nonsense on it becuase my head was resting on the keyboard. Cripes... ::ruffles hair, and looks about for more pink goop:: just because I "wouldn't stop bitching about my itchy skin" Well ex-SCUSE me! ::scratches:: ::sighs:: I'm gonna go take a shower.
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