Bleh.

[featherynscale]

Just got back from the doctor a little bit ago.
Full of holes, feeling about a quart low.
Also got knee x-rays, unexpectedly.
I hate the medical process, even though I like my doctor as a human being.
Between that, and the office crap and the not sleeping and everything else, we are feeling a little extremely sharp and pointy today.
We are either going to bed when we get home, or we are going to start drinking when we get home, one or the other.

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[matchgirl42.livejournal.com]

*tries to be cheerful*

At least you don't have to be poked and prodded for a while set planned time until your next appointment, which hopefully will be some time from now, yes?

*pets the featherynscale* Hope you feel better soon, hon. If I lived near you I would definately bring you some Captain Morgan's. But since I don't, I offer you *hugs*.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Hey -- Sorry I missed you online last night. Serious napping was the order of the day.

You wanted to talk about costuming? Email me, or try and catch me online tonight. I should be on in the 6-8 range, sometime.

Well, shit.

[matchgirl42.livejournal.com]

I missed you last night, for the same reasons you stated above. *eyeroll* I think we were both short on sleep, as I sat down on the couch for a planned just-for-a-few-minutes (I swear!) of closed-eyes resting and the next thing I know it's 3:23am. (Yeah, wigged me out too when I thought about it this morning on the way to work. Not at the time, my mind was refusing to operate at that hour).

Sorry about that.

Will try to catch you tonight (hopefully) or at least tommorow night. Pwease? Pwetty pwease?