Negligence at its finest.

Yes, no need to fear, I'm still alive. You know, I don't really even have any excuses any more, I'm just lazy. And currently cold. And pissed right the fuck off!!!!!

Lol, it's nothing major. I've got the shits. I've finally, finally, finally gotten this great (IMHO) L/D fic typed. I've been dealing with it for over a month now and it's finally finished. I'm happier with this than I was with the PIP. I mean, that whole thing didn't really register on the frustration scale, lol, but this? This is something else. Actually, I'm going to stop talking up my own work. It's sad.  But the point is I'm happy it's done and I was about to pot is on malfoycest and there's something wrong with the alignment of everything - possibly on Word - and it's upsetting the way everything sits on the screen in the cut box. And it's upsetting me. So there.

Ugh. 2,330 words - many of which are made of awesome and glory - are stuck awkwardly and it's GIVING ME THE SHITS!!!!!!!!

Meh.

Alright, that aside, all is well.

Had to buy new shoes because the dog ate the $300 ones I had for work. Now these ones, although they are Rockports, are Devil shoes and are killing my feet. See? You pay below $200 and you get awful shoes. I'm going to cut them up and feed them to the dog piece by nasty piece.

Work's been fine, though I actually can't stand my coworkers. They're all insane. Though I did get the best quote from WorkBen. I asked him yesterday, I think, about what he was doing over the weekend. His reply? "Either going to a Satanic orgy or going to a birthday party". Sorry. Funniest. Thing. Ever. Ever.

It's cold. Supposed to be Spring (which I don't think has sprung, fyi) and it's fucking cold. And raining. Ugh. You can't win with the weather.

Anywho, going to try to fix this wobedamned (heh) thing...This wretched piece of doggerel work!!!!!!

One must suffer for one's work.

P.S. Hugs to everyone; I'm sorry I've been so damn slack.