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crap. i'm already late.
i'd better call and tell them i'm running late... god dammit, one of these days i'll have some time to myself... ca't remember when the last time i had two days off in a row is... really starting to get ground down by this place...
as long as i'm late, why not just call in?
because they need me, because there's only two people in the department at night, because i love the job and don't want to screw it up.
how stressed out have you been lately, little girl?
but i have a place to live, and me hubby is here...
yes, and that's great, but aside from that?
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and how long have you waited to finally pop your sewing cherry, and how much time to dyou get to spend awake and not at work during daylgiht, and how much would ot do for your sanity to not go in today?
well, if i'm clsoing with m'boss, i could handle it. if it's the other lady...
i really shouldn't, they really do need me... i almost never call in, though... and if fat_pigeon comes this weekend, well, i've already blown my brownie point wad just by being this late, nothing i can do about that...
how much does it mean for your sanity? and should you take it as a sign that the greenery is in anothers' sleeping quarters?
i can feel that special twitch in my shoulders that tells me that i really truly need some me time. i'm gonna take it. work, especially this one in particular, have become pretty durned important to me, but i need to do brain maintenance even more.
just use the day; don't waste it.
is a bad, bad girl.
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misstree
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i had two and a half hours.
well, maybe not quite. an hour and a half.
but that doesn't explain how:
i set two times on the first alarm clock,
and also set my cell to ring,
and none of those had the power to wake me up
but almost exactly 3 hours after i go to sleep,
my eyes pop open in horror, knowing,
*knowing* that i'm already late.
what else could i do?
another day to myself. let's just hope
it's not the first in an extended series.
i don't want to do this, to be
unreliable like this, to be
late like this, so that the ulcer i use as excuse
ssteeps a bit further into the real,
but over an hour late, third day late in a row,
needced drastic measures.
you used the hell out of the day yesterday. now do it again today.
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misstree
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two coin tosses in a row don't lie
and i tell myself i'm going to be productive
even through the ear popping sinus pressure
and the cough that threatens to bring up
unimaginable cthulean horrors (or at least their taste)
but really, i think i may be being less honest
than a coin toss. i just want to mope about
until i can trepanne and get this
underworld ichor out of my brain.
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misstree
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too soon, too soon!
but my belly is legitimately cramped
and my room is legitimately in need
and while i really shouldn't,
my intestines insisit, and i won't argue
so i get to clean and occasionally
double over. whee!
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