I okay now...

...Honest.

I think I am overworked.
Wait.
I know I am overworked.
And PMS'ing.
So my body decided to let some tears flow.
And flow, and flow and flow.

The boss (who is AWESOME) was totally supportive.
And totally let me sniffle.
Then made me laugh.

The gal (who is AWESOME) said calming things over the phone.
And then surprised me by showing up at my home.
And let me be silent, snarky, sucky & funny.
Almost all at the same time.

Yes folks. I'm back to being me.
And after all of that, I could use a beer.
Or some of those McDonald's chicken strip thingys.
They're like crack.

I've just got something in my eye...

Today was one of those days.

My boss pulled me into one of the side rooms to have a chat & what do I do?
I start crying like my life depends on it. Yuppers. Total waterworks.
No real reason, other than I'm feeling REALLY emotional today.

I rock the casbah.

I was blubbering & tearing up looking at the pea soup green walls.
I was getting teary eyed looking at the half empty vending machine.
I kept saying that nothing was wrong (professionally or personally) and that all I needed was a really good cry.

Gawd I LOVE my PMS. It's the freakin' best.
I wish that every day could be this much fun.
Please, just shoot me.

It's alive!!!

Hi.

I'm still here. Honest.

• Up to my eyeballs in Weasel Central worshops/projects/bullshit.
  
• Working on what to buy the gal for our impending one year anniversary.
  
• trying to get some rowing in before the first frost
  
• Working on printing up AWESOME wedding photos (yes, Zoe is right...hire me to take your wedding pics...I am THAT good).
  
• trying to get sleep/proper nutrition
  
• attempting to keep from going crazy (dunno if that's really working right about now)
  

I'll write more soon. I promise.
I miss you internet!
*sigh*

Talk about being lazy

Hola!

Yup, I'm still around. And trying to be lazy. And almost succeeding. Almost.
Managed to stay nice and busy lately. Thank gawd for the upcoming long weekend!

My friends are gettin' hitched this weekend (Yay Zoe and Jef!!!!) and I managed to get the title of "Wedding Photographer". Really, I think this means that they'll be picking my drunken shots over everyone else's drunken shots. Heh. Kidding, guys, kidding. I'll take some purdy pictures, honest.

Life at Weasel Central is actually bearable. Change is in the air and so far it doesn't smell like cow shit.
I'll keep you posted.
Oh, and to the horrible recruiter who talked down to me before my phone interview...I blew it just for you. Fuckwad.

Gearing up for my one year anniversary with the gal. Hard to believe that one person could handle me for that long. Well, at least without some kind of medication. Buah ha ha.

Right. Gotta get out of my PJs and amble off to work.
So for those wondering where I disappeared to, I was here all the time, hidin' behind the cats.