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I feel like Ryoma...
Feb. 11th, 2006 09:31 amWell, in that oversleeping, sorta foggy way...
No email from CC by the time I realized what Platina was babbling about in my dream (my brain had been filtering the alarm as something else). Searched out her number and called - no answer. I was halfway upstaris deciding whether to do the right thing and go now or the easy thing and sleep for a few more hours before going into other work. (Ok, so maybe the choice was very-low-key Harry Potter-esque) or maybe I could call in to one job... or well... the phone rang. Courtney can take my rooms tomorrow. But not today.
Dang.
So now I have to go, fuzzy and tired, and yuck and all. And try to clean Col and Mat as fast as possible. Then again, it's a weekend and less-than-stellar work is ok on weekends. Right? Mrrrr.
No email from CC by the time I realized what Platina was babbling about in my dream (my brain had been filtering the alarm as something else). Searched out her number and called - no answer. I was halfway upstaris deciding whether to do the right thing and go now or the easy thing and sleep for a few more hours before going into other work. (Ok, so maybe the choice was very-low-key Harry Potter-esque) or maybe I could call in to one job... or well... the phone rang. Courtney can take my rooms tomorrow. But not today.
Dang.
So now I have to go, fuzzy and tired, and yuck and all. And try to clean Col and Mat as fast as possible. Then again, it's a weekend and less-than-stellar work is ok on weekends. Right? Mrrrr.
