It's another one of those days already.

This woman, http://grimmy23.livejournal.com/439440.html#cutid1 ,has spent four days in a row in my office, no less than four hours a day, and now she's sitting in my office with her family.

( i am insensitive and sacrilegious )

I swear, I would run the other way if I saw her in the grocery store.

At lunch today, I'm going to mail out bobbinrob's package. Its not chocolate but, I had an epiphany. *smirk*
I threw in something extra because I just really like the way it smelled.

Tim Tams arrived yesterday, and they are fabulous. Wish I'd brought some with me today. Chocolate is kind of like my valium.

*edit* Fucking hell... I finally get her out of my office and then she calls.

I plan on posting a BIG picture post later but while I am at work, just this one little thing.

( myspace message )

I've known her for over ten years.

( my playlist for the morning )
But then the bosses came back so no more tunes. Had to do dictation instead.

I found this post from a few years ago and it made me smile
http://grimmy23.livejournal.com/231295.html

After you die... Hell After death, you will burn forever in the fires of hell. Or much more likely, you will be put into a room with two other people for all of eternity. Because hell is other people.

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This morning, I added memory to my mom's friend's computer then I had to fix our computer. While I was gone, my mom decided to "fix" ours. Not that there is anything wrong with it. She just feels the need to do these things sometimes. So, I left Carol's house and came home and to fix what she destroyed. I wish I could just ban her from the computer some days. She usually does more harm than good.

Anyway, I did my taxes this afternoon. I'll mail it off Monday probably.

So I went to play cards with my mom and her friends tonight. We rode together because my dad was asleep and it seemed like too much effort to wait for my mom to leave, move his truck, move my car to the street, and then move his truck again.

So, we're driving down the road and I think out loud.

Me: I wonder why they built a Methodist Church on this street.
Her: It's better than a night club.
Me: It would be close though, I could walk there.
*omit brief argument about being abducted and the likelyhood of that*
Her: Well you could walk to the Church.
Me: I don't go to church.
Her: *sarcastic tone* No. It's against your religion.
Me: *laughs so hard I slide down in my seat and gasp for breath*