Thursday. Last day of February. Last day of our pay period. And just another freekin’ day in paradise! 
It’s drizzly this morning and I was dead asleep when the alarm went off, so I’m still dragging. On the other hand, it’s one day closer to the weekend. So yay for that.
Happy Thursday. Send chocolate.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 40 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 60 for the day. Sounds nice. Not too cold but a little bit of chilliness. Then again, I want Summer. I am a Summer baby.
doggio I had no idea you were datin’ a cradle robber.
Ok that’s all I got. I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Up, caffeinated, off to irk. hockey tonight.
Happy Thorsday!
Sah-dog woke me up, then Sah-kid woke me up for a ride to school.
I was up late reading Freeways to Flips Flops
It’s wet outside, but 40 degrees so no ice or snow.
Sah-kid is still a bit sniffley but he will live.
Work blurf
Afternoon, mumpers! I have survived most of the week with my nast cold, I’m dosed up with max-strength cold and flu medication so that is helping me get through the day here.
It has been a bizarre week here in studentland. On Monday we came in to the very sad news that the lady I’ve been covering for since November passed away last week. The dept has been quite subdued and the drama queen I share an office with (she who is scared of taking minutes and regards photos on a noticeboard as bullying) is alternately happy and sad, and then guilty about all sorts of things.
My computer access has been patchy, I had problems with an IP address conflict which lost me about a day’s work as I couldn’t get into my machine, then since I was logging in as the now-deceased lady, I suddenly lost all her log-in permissions on Tuesday because all her accounts were deactivated immediately word of her death got to HR.
I have never knows the university move so quickly!
The funeral is in two weeks, dramaqueen is now mithering about whether she should go or not and whether she should go from home or come to the office first. I am going to soak my head in a bucket of cold water.
In other, and better, news - I am off to Paris next Thursday. It’s my birthday and I am leaving the country to celebrate, just because I can.
Blurf
seconded
Thirded.
Fourthed!
I was in a rather serious work meeting yesterday with people I dont see very often and realized one of my fellow employees looks just like grumpy cat. I could not make eye contact with him for the rest of the evening.
You blurfy peoples need an attitude adjustment. Cheer up, dammit!!! 
In the immortal words of Roy G. Biv…
BLURF!!
Thank You! I’ll be here all week. Try the waitstaff. Tip the veal.
But cheering up makes me extra blurfy! 
Woke up overnight & couldn’t fall back to sleep…until about 15 mins before the alarm went off. Didn’t help that Cujo was yappin’ it up downstairs.
A dog is the only creature that will yap it’s own blurf.
ERMAGAHD! My next cubicle co-worker is listening to some on-line training at a realitively high volume. It is annoying!
I fell back asleep and overslept and now I feel blurf.
I disagree, evidence cite is in posts 207-210 & 212. 
Nah, that just shows that when someone begins blurfing, other people do, too.
My post is my cite.
Well, after taking yesterday off I feel amazingly well rested today. Need to do that more often.
I took it off because an old college friend came in town Tuesday and we met up at another friend’s house to reminisce on the back porch, they’re both ex-NFL and still crazy so I knew it might be best to be off afterwards. So many stories had me rolling but one in particular; these guys used to party pretty hard in college. One bitterly cold night two of them were leaving a party in the country, were quite hammered and got a flat on some back road (this was 30 years ago when people still did stupid stuff like that). Kevin got out to fix it, complaining all the time while driver Ross sat in the warm vehicle. Finally finished, he got back in, Ross started to drive again and yelled “Aw crud, now the other tire is flat!” Too buzzed and w/o another spare they fell asleep till the next morning. They woke up, Ross had urinated all over himself and it was then they realized Kevin had changed the wrong tire.
Yes, I have normal friends too but not with stories like that.
I’d think soaking her head would be more helpful. 
Whether you pull her back up before the bubbles stop coming up is your call.