Thought I made it clear now--

Good news: I have Fazoli's
Bad news: I also have a migraine

I am hoping that this migraine is food related, because if it isn't--gonna have to further medicate myself up, burrow myself under the covers and make it an early self-care evening where nothing gets done and I just make strange whimpering noises due to the pain. I can tough out a lot of things, and I have toughed out this migraine all day-- now it's time for me to revert to a crying baby.

As soon as a stuff my face that is.

It hurts about the same to chew as it does to think, so for right now I'm good.

'Paris' is back and that means I don't have to do her job as well as mine.

That's great because I have more time to get things done, and I don't have to worry about a lot of the things that I had to last week. Cage and Vault, nope-- not my concern. ACH, NOPE. I am sure that my appetite will come back too, oh I hope so-- because last week I ate like a bird, and while I did tear into my dinner on friday night, the highlight was the drinks that I had which kept me pretty buzzed and not as inclined to overkill it on the foodage.

Saturday, the husband took me for my favorite type of food-- Thai! (Oh yes, I could probably subsist on thai food permanently).

This week I am off on friday which means Icons will be made and fics will be read (I am looking at you alterimpulse). Also I have to do some things in FFXIV, like grinding for that hair in HoH. I NEED IT. On saturday is also dick around on games day, but sunday is Breakfast and State fair-- and then after that but a few more weeks until BEACH VACATION in which I try to transfer all my salt to the beach, where it belongs. Hopefully I will come back from vacation considerably less salty then when I started it.

But seriously, I'm like a kitten right now--

Aside from wanting to strangle some people through email-- but hey that's par for the course, you are going to get DUMB people who are allowed to have email addresses and who do not know our exact protocol. (It's big pharma-- of course there is protocol, there are PAGES of protocol)

Hopefully y'all are having a great monday, I know I can't complain.

Midnight is what time we got out-- normally start time is 11:30 and end time is 10:00 which is a straight 10 hours' but today we came in at 10:30 and got out at 12:00-- which is too much time.. TOO MUCH TIME DEALING WITH PEOPLE WHO TAKE WAY TOO MUCH OF MY ENERY-- it's like everywhere, everywhere "STUPIDITY SURROUNDS", and you'd think that I wasn't an ENFP with the talk that I am indulging in.

But most people forget one vital function of the ENFP personality-- that is Te.

Ni (function-dominant): SPARKLES BUNNIES RAINBOWS BOOKS VIDEO GAMES ALL THE THINGS *grabby hands*
Fi (function-auxiliary): Hey, let me sit here and read sappy romance novels and listen to Keane music all day
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Si (function-inferior): *the kid with the ipod stuck in his ears, playing bejeweled blitz on his cellphone-- every single minute of every single day*

Right between Fi and Si, there is Te--

There was a song written about my Te function, it was by Cake, entitled "Short Skirt, Long Jacket"-- Tertiary function, hates people, hates everyone, likes coffee, likes songs about shooting the balls off of men, is a mean ass motherfucking bitch-- it is the part that exists while I am at work-- there is no fun times with me (unless you are Owen or a chosen few who my Te has deemed 'hard workers' and therefore worthy of being exposed to the other areas of my personality), I will tell you exactly what I think of you and I will do it in the most blunt and brutal way-- the queen of the bitch slap (the ENFP bitch slap is as real as the INFJ door slam-- and the Te function pretty much invented it). There are many people who I have plotted out their deaths intricately in my mind, but unfortunately for Te, my other functions click into place once I leave that raging cesspit, and thus no opportunity to do so (also, as we've discussed-- there's no video games in prison, so murder is a no go, I'd be SOOOO bored)

Today Te was in overdrive, so much that I hopefully will sleep like a baby-- seriously 13 hours in that place like 13 hours too many

Did I mention that I have to wake up in 7 hours to do it ALL again-- motherfucking A-----~!!

What I wouldn't give to work with competent people-- and people say that I act way different on facebook then at work-- well d'uh! I'm happier when I don't have to deal with constant stupidity-- you'd think I was a babysitter or something.

Yes, I'm harsh-- I know--

Sorry for not responding to posts or anything-- I did read all of them (okay I skimmed them)-- but mondays are usually not ideal response days for me-- hopefully y'all had a better and more fufilling monday then I did-- guess I better throw myself at my bed and hope that this adrenaline pans out so that I can sleep!