nothing like getting to work late because your achy breaky leg is hurting agayne, and finding that your giant database project has vanished, yes VANISHED from the computer network overnight (!) and when you are done having a heart attack, discovering that the new paralegal (who you didn't even know existed) moved all your stuff to another server and in the process broke all the image path links for your document scans, which you have to figure out how to fix by poking around in the menus, the help files being, as always, indecipherable and useless. and then, when you're finally on the train home attempting to peacefully read about British expat lesbian authors of the 30's, being surrounded by by three loud army guys drinking giant cans of Bud and yakking about monster movies. "How'd they ever get King Kong's body outta the street? Butchers man! He probably fed 20,000 people! Hyuk hyuk hyuk!... Hey did you know Godzilla was Japan's way of dealing with the atomic bomb? It's true!... And then this GIANT TURTLE spins around and spreads its wings..."
I was going to add that fish on Friday ain't much of a sacrifice when it's sweet eel, but in view of everything else hopefully the Big J will cut me some slack.
The other night I dreamed I was walking around a country fair and out of a little tiny hole in the grass hopped a tiny brown bunny, the size of a mouse but with little baby bunny ears and a cottontail, and it had fuzzy brown wings. And everybody was pointing and going, "ooooh! look! a winged bunny! amazing!" and jimmyether took a picture of it. I'm not sure whether the wings were attached to the bunny or whether a big fuzzy brown fluttery moth had happened to land on the bunny's back so it just looked like it had wings, but it was neat anyway. No Mom, I'm not on drugs.