Thought you could escape me, hmmm?
Mar. 1st, 2005 06:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1Kiddo is sick.
Ear infection.
Started Saturday afternoon.
Didn't go to school yesterday, Wolf stayed home with him. Took him to school today and they sent him home by 1245.
Wolf now calling doctors, trying to get him in cheap.
It's times like these when I would happily pay 10% more in income tax for universal health care. Seriously. As it is, I'm going to have to buckle down and call Kaiser, see what they have available for a single male child. We certainly can't afford insurance for all three of us, but we might be able to swing it for him. All we need to do is give up Dave and Busters. And eating out. And maybe Fleet.
Hmmm. I'm seeing some good in this. "Sorry, Region 17. We can't afford you anymore." Hee!
Anyhew.
Must bump up Chrono Crusade. It's getting wicked cool. And trippy. And what IS it with that Apostle girl? Summoning the Virgin? Did I see that correctly?
All alone at work. Sneaking the email because I don't want to punch and prong folders, but that's all the work available to me now. Everything else is caught up. Coworker had to take her daughter to the doc too.
I like Planned Parenthood. They got me pills for almost half of what I was paying. They're also close to the house and 25/visit. I will go to them for all my girly parts questions and issues. Yay!
I work with some real idiots. "Can you send someone downstairs to pick up the lunch leftovers, the caterers want their trays back." Um, by myself up here, can't leave, don't know where my boss is. Why don't you just tell the caterers to move the food to the sixth floor kitchen? Hmmm? Course, it took me a few minutes to think of this, but STILL!!! I asked a few Reg guys to go downstairs and help, have no idea how long it's going to take. Heh heh heh. While you're at it, boys, bring me some pie.
I was going to work on my little "Survival in Corporate-ville" essay, but I'm too upset over my son's condition to properly focus. Hence the randomness. Ah, randomness. I invoke the Muse!
Oops.
I'm suddenly reminded of a book I once read called I, Trissy. Strange little book. Very pre-teen angsty. Read like journal entries. Still, banging your thoughts out on a typewriter isn't any different then doing it in a blog or keeping a paper diary/journal. As long as your mother doesn't get ahold of it. *rolls eyes*
Trying to kill time. How does one kill Time? Do you use a blade? A rope? Poison? What about a solid slug? Or even a gooey slug, the kind you find...
Chocolate pie just walked by.
Chocolate pie.
Chocolate pie.
Sandwiches.
I'm hungry!
Can't leave my desk!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Please, someone have mercy on the cute little temp and bring her a sandwich and two pieces of pie! She needs to gain weight!
Ear infection.
Started Saturday afternoon.
Didn't go to school yesterday, Wolf stayed home with him. Took him to school today and they sent him home by 1245.
Wolf now calling doctors, trying to get him in cheap.
It's times like these when I would happily pay 10% more in income tax for universal health care. Seriously. As it is, I'm going to have to buckle down and call Kaiser, see what they have available for a single male child. We certainly can't afford insurance for all three of us, but we might be able to swing it for him. All we need to do is give up Dave and Busters. And eating out. And maybe Fleet.
Hmmm. I'm seeing some good in this. "Sorry, Region 17. We can't afford you anymore." Hee!
Anyhew.
Must bump up Chrono Crusade. It's getting wicked cool. And trippy. And what IS it with that Apostle girl? Summoning the Virgin? Did I see that correctly?
All alone at work. Sneaking the email because I don't want to punch and prong folders, but that's all the work available to me now. Everything else is caught up. Coworker had to take her daughter to the doc too.
I like Planned Parenthood. They got me pills for almost half of what I was paying. They're also close to the house and 25/visit. I will go to them for all my girly parts questions and issues. Yay!
I work with some real idiots. "Can you send someone downstairs to pick up the lunch leftovers, the caterers want their trays back." Um, by myself up here, can't leave, don't know where my boss is. Why don't you just tell the caterers to move the food to the sixth floor kitchen? Hmmm? Course, it took me a few minutes to think of this, but STILL!!! I asked a few Reg guys to go downstairs and help, have no idea how long it's going to take. Heh heh heh. While you're at it, boys, bring me some pie.
I was going to work on my little "Survival in Corporate-ville" essay, but I'm too upset over my son's condition to properly focus. Hence the randomness. Ah, randomness. I invoke the Muse!
Oops.
I'm suddenly reminded of a book I once read called I, Trissy. Strange little book. Very pre-teen angsty. Read like journal entries. Still, banging your thoughts out on a typewriter isn't any different then doing it in a blog or keeping a paper diary/journal. As long as your mother doesn't get ahold of it. *rolls eyes*
Trying to kill time. How does one kill Time? Do you use a blade? A rope? Poison? What about a solid slug? Or even a gooey slug, the kind you find...
Chocolate pie just walked by.
Chocolate pie.
Chocolate pie.
Sandwiches.
I'm hungry!
Can't leave my desk!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Please, someone have mercy on the cute little temp and bring her a sandwich and two pieces of pie! She needs to gain weight!
