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lucyparavel asked me how my day went... ahahahah
1. Woke up with headache.
2. Got rear-ended AGAIN, on the same fucking off-ramp. Saturns are still more AWESOME THAN GOD, MAN AND YOU COMBINED. Moya is perfectly fine.
3. Spent morning full of nerves, and wanting to go home--plus, the headache did not die with ibuprofen.
4. Work was having a potluck lunch affair, which was nice, but the food was right near my cubicle, and the smells were making me sick.
5. I got french onion soup for lunch, at least.
6. Second dose of ibuprofen = also no help.
7. Work dragged.
8. It occurs to me that it really fucking sucks to like all of the women of BSG/SG/etc. Because it doesn't matter where you go, someone always dislikes at least one of them.
9. The bread in my sandwich was shit. Note to everyone: Brownberry brand bread is fucking shit.
2. Got rear-ended AGAIN, on the same fucking off-ramp. Saturns are still more AWESOME THAN GOD, MAN AND YOU COMBINED. Moya is perfectly fine.
3. Spent morning full of nerves, and wanting to go home--plus, the headache did not die with ibuprofen.
4. Work was having a potluck lunch affair, which was nice, but the food was right near my cubicle, and the smells were making me sick.
5. I got french onion soup for lunch, at least.
6. Second dose of ibuprofen = also no help.
7. Work dragged.
8. It occurs to me that it really fucking sucks to like all of the women of BSG/SG/etc. Because it doesn't matter where you go, someone always dislikes at least one of them.
9. The bread in my sandwich was shit. Note to everyone: Brownberry brand bread is fucking shit.
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