I wish I could get down to business to bake some buns. Honestly, buns sound amazing right now. Like dinner rolls. Mm. Good thing Thanksgiving is next week.
Alas that coffee should taste so bitter when indeed tis the sweetest elixir. That ocean of caffeine is contained within a mere cup, and yet its impact is without borders. Oh coffee, tis a mercy that I can add cream and sugar, for otherwise that bitter embrace would be poison to my very soul, my sleepy self having not a shield to use against the Dumbassery of the workplace.
I put that on our bluetooth speaker at work and waited until the customers left, and then blared it at full volume
We were laughing so hard for about twenty minutes that we could barely take call ins.
Yea, well I mean, I'm used to it. Just freakin sucks when it happens at work cause I have to completely switch up how I do things. Oh this thing that I can normally just lift up and carry across the room? Naw we gotta put it against my chest, alright now carefully scoot it onto a cart, alright now NO HANDS FUCK YOU KEEP GRIPPING
like christ, no wonder old people are so grouchy all the time XD
When hands turn from friends... to enemies. <_< Sometimes I just fucking drop shit randomly and I wonder to myself if my hands are slowly losing the ability to grip shit.
Hm. Well I do have both of those things: stress and lack of sleep. I'll keep the pins and needles thing in mind though, although I'm glad I can say I haven't experienced that yet.
So I'm thinking, before they travel to the next base, maybe while they're waiting to see if Sabastian is going to come back, I want Vin to find someone who has a working tattoo pen. I want Cora to have a pretty tattoo for Kuznet to be angry over