I am actually wearing a prototype of my Halloween costume for this year. And only like three people know this. Tee hee.
In other news: I. NEED. OUT. OF. HERE.
But at least I get to leave work early to get my trick hip fixed. After that I’m getting new dentures and updating my will, and complaining about how they don’t make rocking chairs or politicians like they used to.
Also, at least after tomorrow I never have to come back here. My patience is wearing so thin that I no longer speak in response to the incredibly annoying micromanagement comments that come my way: I just sit there blinking and holding perfectly still otherwise, like a deer in headlights, until the offender walks away. This strategy seems to be working well. Too bad it took me this long to get it down pat.