Old friends

Today I woke up feeling like a truck had run over me in mid-REM sleep. After my sister succeeded in hooking me on to Rock Star INXS (I was sooooo close to going home, and then, BAM! My butt was back on the couch) I headed home full of Diet Dr. Pepper, popcorn, and brownies we stole from the children. I was a happy Megan.

But every good thing comes at a price. The rock and roll gods are punishing me for watching a great band go primetime, by making the caffiene keep me up ALL FREAKING NIGHT! Then I woke up with that fun “truck” feeling.

So today, because I’m exhausted, I spent part of lunch visiting some old friends who kept me off life support in the past life’s crappy ass job.

Accountant: You’re really good at giving love to plush animals. I am too, for that matter. They’re almost as good as real animals. Less dirty, you know.

I missed you, Old Friend.