FFXIAH Linkshell Ni

dark colored underwear, preferably black

a quick google search indicates I did not accidentally come up with a new dress style in my sleep... (search "towel dress" misa, you might appreciate some of the pics)

well maybe next time >.>

I must of woke up ten times last night as the parade of weird dreams kept marching by... then you start to wonder if you are awake or asleep and then your alarm goes off....

I somehow managed to get a surprising amount of work done today despite my diminished mental capacity... Of course there were the few times I stood up and walked to the door of my office only to stand there for several moments trying in vain to remember why I jumped up in the first place....

Hrmmm...... then..... I...... probably got up to get more coffee! yeah.... because I obviously need some...

/stares at empty coffee pot

PARKER remind me to kick you the balls tomorrow when I am feeling better..

I got nothing left today.... and I feel like starting a fire in the office so I can leave early...

I was going to use the excuse that I had an errand to run to pick up some tool or part... but then I couldn't remember what it was I needed... did I actually need something? No. Yes. there was a thing I need alright... and I need it badly enough that it struck me as a good reason to leave early... "because I gotta go get the thing at the place..." isn't going to work...

now if only I could think cohesively...

cohesively? is that the word I wanted?

I keep all of the files I make for my evil clients "on the cloud"

/motions upwardly as if the cloud is in the sky

because they are idiots and when they corrupt or lose a file I can just email them a copy... and this lady called with a problem with her file and I asked where Aldan is (their local evil IT guy) and she says "he isn't answering his phone" and I was all "just keep waiting for him" and she was all "no I can do it" and I was all "no that's a bad idea" and then she was all "tell me what to do" and I explained it and she said


and I said "exactly, just have aldan call me" and the phone breaks up and she's all "whut?"

I almost explained it thusly...

you

no touchy

aldan!

then as if driven by instinct the part of my brain that types was at the same time sending the proper file to aldan...

something something and you better hurry, danger will robinson danger, come quickly something something if you are busy, sherlock holmes thing, do it anyways yadda yadda

now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go unpoop my brain with some scotch