... for those days when it just pisses me off that I've listened to my entire CD library eighty bazillion times...

Radio Rivendell

Martini in the Morning

I don't care how pretty it makes her feel. The cloud of perfume remaining in front of the ONLY DAMN DOOR to the department (one cube over from mine) was bad enough that I could taste it. Everybody else in the department was gagging, too.

I'm allergic to chemical scents... my partner (upon whose head blessings I heap) has developed the supernatural ability to sense where the candle aisle is in Target and can steer me away from it before I get nailed with a headache.

That's from unlit candles.

Yeah.

Ten minutes later, I had to leave, fighting nausea and a rapidly forming migraine.

At least I got home before I hurled.

All because someone wanted to feel pretty.

If workplaces are tobacco free, why the hell aren't they scent-free too? I KNOW I'm not the only one with this problem. And "moderation" be damned - too many people have no concept of what that means. Maybe the ones who do lose their ability to use scents - sorry, but I'm going to be selfish and say that's less inconvenient than causing agony to hapless bystanders.

I better effing well be feeling better by tomorrow - the lady in the next cube over has a vacation day, and it's absolute damn chaos when the two of us are out at once.

I have concluded that Mother Nature is not unlike one of those drunken TV-watching sports fanatics going endlessly over taped bloopers.

Hey, look! You can see grass! Back it up a bit - man, look at that snow come down! Now here - watch, watch, put it on slow... look how the roads are all going to shit! Man, that's the funniest thing! Here, back it up again....

The liquor store stopped carrying the $20 Islay that I adore

AND

Playtex apparently stopped making the green-size tampons in unscented.

This is stupid. If you're gonna mess with tampons, for crissake, don't do it to the green ones. The women who have resorted to them are having a bad enough day without losing the one thing that will let them stray from the bathroom for more than 20 minutes.

TMI? I don't care. I need some fucking chocolate.

Like, the Godiva truffle kind.

With liquor in them.

Something in 500 proof, if possible.

*grumble* Back to my Isle of Jura, which I have almost completely emptied. My typing has gone to shit, so apparently I am in fact toasted -- you'd think it would've stop hurting by now.

Note to self: send partner for more booze. This ain't gonna last the weekend.

Our new bed, which is the softest bed ever.

Wildly Cherry M&M's (so addictive)

The Lord of the Rings Online developers, who coded it so that when you throw a fireball at an enemy, they catch fire... AND it leaves scorch marks on the ground. So therapeutic.

It was 42 degrees today. ABOVE zero.

It sprinkled rain on the way home.

I saw grass! (Yes, it was brown and dead, but it was grass!!)

Now all I need is a good thunderstorm...