|Samuel waving hello...or, screaming for help.|
*Spell-check doesn't recognize "Samael" as a word. Read your damn mythology, spell-check. Seriously.
In other news, the last couple of days I worked from home because 1) I felt like crap and 2) I'm trying desperately not to slip into a post-holiday/post-project-go-live-extravaganza depression. I'm tired. Really REALLY tired, and achy, and everything just doesn't feel good. Therefore, I stayed home and worked in my office there. I had companions.
Because it's hard to go anywhere in my house without companions, including the bathroom (particularly now that it's winter and the bathroom door doesn't quite latch...so Thor can open it, check on what's going on, and leave...after pushing the door all the way open. Asshole.)
Also, they snore, which isn't a big deal except while I'm working it's a constant reminder that they get to nap and I don't. I call shenangians.
|Thor's special superpower: Sleep Contortionist.|
|NOBODY gets past Chewy, bitches.|
Also, please ignore that my bed is unmade. I hate making the bed: it seems wasteful since I'll just mess it up again anyway.