It's Friday.. Nuff Said

I'm so glad it's Friday. I feel like someone's stuck a Hoover in an orifice of my body and sucked every ounce of energy from me. While they were in there, I'm pretty sure they took a whisk to my brain as well.

In a word.. I'm pooped.

I came in from work, already stressing over what dinner would be (I desperately need to buy groceries), decided to order out, had to WAKE UP the other members of my household to find out what they wanted, then decided it would be easier to take a guess and hope for the best. I reckon, if they're hungry enough they'll eat it.

Ya know, I dearly love my newest co-worker. I do. And her happy demeanor is a welcome change from the last person in that position (the one who'd recently been discharged from the "nervous hospital"), but there is a limit to how much perkiness I can take. It's got to be tiring to be THAT bubbly ALL the time. Lord knows it's wearing me out just working beside her. Would it be wrong to slip some Benedryl in her Mountain Dew? Just one?

Ohh.. ya'll remember the spiffy semi-used Dodge Intrepid? The day after I went out and looked it over, the transmission went belly up. At least it didn't happen after I bought it.

My little dolphin/shark post of the other day caused a bit of a tiff on another site. Maybe that's a sign of popularity, I'm not sure. There were some carefully worded inquiries made as to the level of intelligence of people ... what was the word...oh yeah.. "anthropomorphizing " animals. I took it a bit personal. By this morning, it was the WWF of message boards. It was just one particular person who had apparently at some early stage in her development, conjured up one whopper of a high and mighty opinion of herself. Then, before you know it, there were raging tigers ripping throats apart and... MY GOD! THE VIRTUAL MAYHEM WAS CRAPTASTIC!!!!!! Reports were made, people were offended, posters accounts were "removed."

Sadly, it's the most excitement I've been witness to in ages. I laughed my ass off.

I think I'm going to take a nap. Maybe I'll dream of fierce tigers prowling the Georgia forest, searching for the elusive Drama Llama. (Hey, it's my dream, there can be tigers in Georgia.)

Later Taters.