I woke up today with a complete case of laryngitis and work was... the less said about work the better. I am still at work. I don't know that I will ever leave work.
I've answered about 5 of the messages that were left for me during the time I was out. The phone is ringing so much I can't get them done. Fred, the engineer, hurls me out the door at 6:00 pm whether I have everything done or not.
I hope it happened, otherwise I'm going to spend the rest of my year catching up with stuff for some other reason that couldn't possibly be as good as that one.
Yes it happened, and Flo has pics of you, so I know you were there!
Also, it's all your fault that as soon as I got home I climbed up in the attic and pulled out FIVE boxes of tapes- mostly The Sentinel. I'm re-watching the cheesy goodness, and if you are really lucky, there will be Tupperware fic for you. Now, have you ever read any of my stuff? I'm not a very good writer. You've been warned. It could be Lord King Bad Slash!
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I like Fred.
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Also, it's all your fault that as soon as I got home I climbed up in the attic and pulled out FIVE boxes of tapes- mostly The Sentinel. I'm re-watching the cheesy goodness, and if you are really lucky, there will be Tupperware fic for you. Now, have you ever read any of my stuff? I'm not a very good writer. You've been warned. It could be Lord King Bad Slash!
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