It's all kinds of fucking Monday out there

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So, remember last week, when I was wide fucking awake at 2am Monday morning and never got back to sleep?

This week, it was three in the morning. Joy. Note to self: No more sweet sweet forbidden P-can after 7pm. Poop.

Work has been an absolute madhouse for the two and a half hours since I walked in. Grok may not recount the weekend's activities until this evening at this rate.

Saturday did, in fact, kick as much ass as the early morning forecast predicted.

I think I forgot to eat yesterday. Like, altogether.

Intermittent monsoons this morning. Going to make grabbing -something- for lunch interesting, as I usually walk across the street to the small plaza nearby.

Anyone want a 6.5" bazooka automotive subwoofer on the cheap?

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[fenixinthedark.livejournal.com]

This week, it was three in the morning. Joy. Note to self: No more sweet sweet forbidden P-can after 7pm. Poop.

What is this delectable forbidden treat of which you speak?

[etcet.livejournal.com]

Pepsi.

It was forbidden to the point where you couldn't even brink snackfood made by Frito-Lay or lunch from Pizza Hut/KFC/Taco Hell to the office when I worked for the Big Red Cola Can Company.

[fenixinthedark.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh... it aaaaaaaall makes sense now.

I cannot *believe* they dictated WTF you could eat for lunch, fer chrissakes.