What, You Wanted Actual Stories???
I'm back. DC, fun. Work, crazy. As in, CA-RA-ZY. Hence my brain is thinking in two-word sentences because that's all I really have time for but I had to post something lest you (1) think I'm dead; (2) hate me for not updating, like, ever, jeez; (3) are tired of being depressed out of your mind reading that last post. Cuz yes, I would be, too, if I read that one on a daily basis. Luckily, I don't.
Anyway, entertain yourself with the archives while I try to pull myself out of the ever-deepening swamp that is my workload. Sorry, kids, you're not my top priority. But don't worry, I feel plenty of guilt about not posting. I'm Catholic, we're good at that.
Also, if anyone knows a good way to add four hours to my day, will you please share your secret time machine with me? Please?
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3 Comments:
The secret?
Adderall XR.
That is all.
(I guess amphetamines work, too, but I'd be worried about your teeth falling out. Or marrying your brother.)
I had to go to training meetings last week which made it FEEL like my days were 4 hours longer! But that probably doesn't help...
I also do not want her marrying her brother.
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