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[starlingthefool]

I
feel
wrecked.

I think it's a combination of work stress and winter blues setting in. The situation with my job is beyond ridiculous, to the point where it's not even worth describing here, beyond this: on Thursday, my manager informed us that we had five days to close the store. This means boxing up, at a guess, roughly 12,000 books and sending

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[laria_gwyn]

*cuddles*

[starlingthefool]

*collapses in your arms*

[gollumgollum]

Say it with me: Big Gay Redneck Road Trip. The Ozarks, Branson, and GRACELAND. Y/Y? I'm off Feb 10-14. Also, we could almost certainly beg crash space from my dad's slightly insane (in the fun way) best friend on the way.

Barring that, if you just want to get out of Dodge for a while, you're always welcome to come up here. My apartment is tiny, but you can have as much of it as you need (pending approval from the cats, of course).

<3333333333 This time of year always feels like a suckerpunch in the feelings.

[starlingthefool]

Maybe I should get FEEL INGS as knuckle tats. Y/N?

BIG GAY ROAD TRIP. BIG GAY ROAD TRIP. WE WILL SING PAUL SIMON SONGS THE WHOLE WAY THERE. OR PART OF THE WAY, WHATEVS.

Sign of my tiredness: I nearly typo'd every word in BIG GAY ROAD TRIP.

I am seriously tempted to go to Madison just for cat snuggling. I miss cats. (Also you, but KITTEHS)