Off to Disney for a week, to celebrate Susan's birthday. This should be...interesting. I'm told the hotel we're in has, like, trained lions as valets. Or something.
Talked to Herself tonight, and Susan is apparently convinced that I will come off the plane a complete and utter wreck, badly in need of solace and possibly alcohol or ice cream. It is my intention to support her in this belief, since it is, after all, her birthday and she should be indulged whenever possible. Also, I am evil.
Those going - see you tomorrow (I know - the hotel bar by the pool). Those not, as always, try not to kill and eat one another while I'm gone.
Cranky, tired, fussy...I better put myself down. Wah.
Talked to Herself tonight, and Susan is apparently convinced that I will come off the plane a complete and utter wreck, badly in need of solace and possibly alcohol or ice cream. It is my intention to support her in this belief, since it is, after all, her birthday and she should be indulged whenever possible. Also, I am evil.
Those going - see you tomorrow (I know - the hotel bar by the pool). Those not, as always, try not to kill and eat one another while I'm gone.
Cranky, tired, fussy...I better put myself down. Wah.
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Date: 2001-08-09 12:26 am (UTC)~mental~
;_;
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Date: 2001-08-09 11:25 am (UTC)(no subject)