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Monday, August 21st, 2006 06:42 pmMy stomach hurts. Like, really.
The Fauntling is a truly rockin' little dude. He giggles and laughs at everything, is quick and smart and way good-natured. What few tantrums I've seen him pull are easy to jolly him out of, and he's learning English with a will. I'm gonna miss having the little guy around.
Tomorrow is the last day of my current work assignment, and I'm glad. Even though there's internet and all, it's kind of a depressing office. Not unpleasant or regimented or anything, just not a very happy place. Bleh.
Today in the parking garage, while I was rummaging through my briefcase looking for my keys, I found...a baggie of weed. WTF? I do not remember stowing that there, but then there are a lot of things I'm forgetting these days. But a bag of weed? Damn. (Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but I gotta worry a little when I start forgetting things like that.)
( Cut for a little whining which you are in no way obligated to read )
Okay, enough of that. Wednesday is Take The Fauntling To Disneyland Day. That will be fun. That is, if this fucking stomach ache ever goes away, which I'm beginning to wonder about.
Oh, and Snakes on a Plane? WAY fun. True, the fun was mostly in being in the audience, but nobody ever said it was going to be a good movie, for gods' sakes. I was just into seeing it, and a great evening was had by all!
The Fauntling is a truly rockin' little dude. He giggles and laughs at everything, is quick and smart and way good-natured. What few tantrums I've seen him pull are easy to jolly him out of, and he's learning English with a will. I'm gonna miss having the little guy around.
Tomorrow is the last day of my current work assignment, and I'm glad. Even though there's internet and all, it's kind of a depressing office. Not unpleasant or regimented or anything, just not a very happy place. Bleh.
Today in the parking garage, while I was rummaging through my briefcase looking for my keys, I found...a baggie of weed. WTF? I do not remember stowing that there, but then there are a lot of things I'm forgetting these days. But a bag of weed? Damn. (Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but I gotta worry a little when I start forgetting things like that.)
( Cut for a little whining which you are in no way obligated to read )
Okay, enough of that. Wednesday is Take The Fauntling To Disneyland Day. That will be fun. That is, if this fucking stomach ache ever goes away, which I'm beginning to wonder about.
Oh, and Snakes on a Plane? WAY fun. True, the fun was mostly in being in the audience, but nobody ever said it was going to be a good movie, for gods' sakes. I was just into seeing it, and a great evening was had by all!
