So okay, FINE, I'm sorry, subconscious mind, that I called you names. Last night's renditions of "putting the dog to sleep" and "psycho killer with a chainsaw" were VERY creative and also wholly unnecessary.
Now we're about to work a double, and then we only have five hours in which to sleep before working some more, so can we please call a truce? Thanks.
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Mine are tornadoes.
Sooo terrifying.
Posted by: amanda | August 21, 2012 at 08:45 AM