Boy, did I screw the pooch on that one.
Ooh, and wage garnishment starts again on this coming paycheck.
Aaah, do I (not) love money.
Oh, how Bacci (and our entire house) is beyond infested with fleas suddenly.
Woo, and I get to close (of all things) tonight.
La, Bacci just lost her balance, knocking a ton of stuff off my desk and using my arm as a place to dig her claws to regain her balance. Blood is pouring forth, and (yet another) scar will be coming, I do foresee.
Meh, do I (not) love Mondays.
