I need to perfect this whole human cloning thing. 2 of me could be kept busy for hours. I still love my job, I promise... most of the time. But I need one of me to man the phone and deal with customers, and another of me to do the paperwork. That had to be how Bridget does it. I think she's actually 4 people.
Anyways, my Christmas spirit is holding strong. I'm looking forward to the weekend, when I can do a little shopping. I'm hanging on to it, like a piece of driftwook in the storm. I WILL Be merry, damnit, even if it kills me.
That's pretty much it, unfortunatly. I have about 6 hours of work ahead of me (before Nano...), and my brain's on it's last leg. Maybe food will bring me back.
I need to learn to make chicken in the slow cooker.