lassie

It is just that i'm so overworked at my job. I'm gradually getting through this neurological deficit cycle (just simmering attacks of numbness, tremor, neck spasms, and some weakness in the evenings). I see my doctor Thursday, and if I'm still like this I'll go to the hospital and get Depakote by IV to stop this loop I'm caught in.

Anyway, my job is taking over my life too much. Can you say "sweatshop"? Not much I can do about it, either. They want to cut overhead, we lost 3 editors to transfers, and they aren't filling the positions. I worked all weekend. On top of migraine.

Meanwhile, all the entries I had planned for you guys drift off . . .

An entry about local people arrested for raping goats. Goats on the newspaper page with "The Victims" as caption.
An entry featuring my 80s hair. Bleach blond and BIG.
An entry announcing an upcomng, new quiz on Who Knows Lassie Best.

And consolation prize won't be Astroglide this time. Quiz will be open-book, with all answers in my journal. Nondevotees need not apply themselves.

But for now I have to sleep. My spousal unit saw on TV a show about India. If you want the Lassi with opium sufficient to knock you on your ass for 24 hours, ask for a BAHNG LASSI.

OK, my sweets. Wanting what Bahng Lassi I can hope for, or what bang Lassie I may hope for, I slink to my big, cherrywood plantation bed . . .

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