The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

It is not prudent to get between me and my TEA!!!

*ahem* Fedex has now learned this lesson, I hope. If I can't have a nice cup of vanilla tea when I get home this morning, there will be further hate, and possibly the unleashing of stabbity death.

It wouldn't be quite so bad if it wasn't for the fact that, last Saturday, the Fedex truck came to my house, with my tea, and neglected to take the box off his truck.

Walking a mile and a half in to work in the cold in my rattiest sweater is probably not the best way to start out a day when I'm already sick. I'm going to have to badger one of my coworkers into driving me to pick up my car. I dropped it off to get an inspection before coming in to work, to save the Gate Nazis the trouble of stopping me and telling me that it needs doing. Apparently, this was wasted effort, since, as I walked in to base, the Gate Nazi waved me in at a distance where he could barely make out that I was wearing a badge, much less that it was one that would ordinarily allow me into the base, or that it was actually me on said badge.

A certain individual on a certain online forum is going to drive me insane. Which means it's probably time to take a break from said online forum. *twitch* Strange leaps of logic make my head hurt.

Also, a certain other individual, who may or may not be nicknamed "Buck," has spent far too much time today...snoring. Also, he apparently couldn't get a large chunk of his work done over the past three weeks because, and I quote, "Danielle wasn't here." Apparently, "contractor hand-holding" is a part of my job description. Who knew?

Gah! No tea for me until tomorrow! Stabbity death is unleashed upon the world!