projection of the week

one on one social time with sane people (for merengue-filled and copper-tinged values of sane): good
waiting for Steve to call me / sms me: gaaaaaaaaah! He's so flaky his antibodies would reject a selsun blue iv.
being on shift now: aaaaaarrrrgh sports fans! (do you really have *that* much emotionally invested in this game and why?)