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All right, $10,000 to anyone on my flist who can invent a time machine to fast-forward me through the rest of this week. Anyone down?
Seriously though, this system upgrade thing at my work is going to be the effing death of me. I may end up brutally murdering my computer by week's end, just a heads-up. Then again I doubt my bosses would probably like that very much, so maybe I'd better not. Heh. I suppose I could just watch "Office Space" for the hundredth time and live vicariously through them beating up the fax machine, right? "PC Load Letter, what the fuck does that mean?" Hee.
But anyway, enough whining and on with the entry. As promised, here is the belated Bones-postage I promised for last week's fantabulous Christmas episode. It's got 100% of your doctor's daily recommended dose of squee (with an extra helping of shippery flail for stronger bones!).
( The Goop on the Girl. Dear Bones: Why so awesome? Love, Rachael. )
Seriously though, this system upgrade thing at my work is going to be the effing death of me. I may end up brutally murdering my computer by week's end, just a heads-up. Then again I doubt my bosses would probably like that very much, so maybe I'd better not. Heh. I suppose I could just watch "Office Space" for the hundredth time and live vicariously through them beating up the fax machine, right? "PC Load Letter, what the fuck does that mean?" Hee.
But anyway, enough whining and on with the entry. As promised, here is the belated Bones-postage I promised for last week's fantabulous Christmas episode. It's got 100% of your doctor's daily recommended dose of squee (with an extra helping of shippery flail for stronger bones!).
( The Goop on the Girl. Dear Bones: Why so awesome? Love, Rachael. )
