braiins.

[opabinia]

Soy el Spic Zombie. After spending the better part of three days in bed with a nasty cold, I found myself wide awake, staring at the ceiling, and horrifically bored this morning at five. Naturally, I decided to do something stupid. I got up, showered, and straightened up my room a bit. Then I went to work.

Got here at seven. Managed to do about three useful things before my brain shut off. Now I am useless -- I have lost all ability to think independently. I can barely keep from drooling.

Hey! My boss is here now. She's sick, too. Maybe she'll give me something to do.

By the way, I still can't get my web mail.

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[rojagato.livejournal.com]

Maybe she'll give me something to do.

Like going home, I hope.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

She let me go early, but I stayed for a whole six hours in order to help catch us up a little. I seem to be less sick than she is, judging by her fucked-up, generally feverish general appearance.

[mishak.livejournal.com]

Soy el Spic Zombie

Is that some new Mexican-Vegan recipe?

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

How's your rice? Did you see that I'm coming after you (http://www.livejournal.com/users/lepidosiren/164626.html#cutid1)?

[mishak.livejournal.com]

Dude I wanna take a mock photo of me hefting this 50-lb bag of rice, pouring it into a funnel that’s sticking out of my car's gas tank.

I unfortunately decided that any tuning of my ride must wait till I've paid it down some more. First thing I need is better tires/bigger wheels, the factory rubber can't handle the power it's got now so there's no use trying to eke out more horsepower. Of course when I see you coming up in my rearview mirror in your slammed Civic I'll have to reconsider.