There's not enough bitching

[Dracos]

Eeek.  Good luck Dune, that's always terrifying.

[Anastasia]

I'll make it through. Worst comes to worst I can get by awhile without a job, plus I have a strong family safety net. It's still sucky.

[Brian]

Food poisoning.  ;_;

[Anastasia]

Ew. What food gotcha?

[Brian]

Something in the grease at the Chili's ... good thing I oly had like three fries.  Was only sick for 2 hours, which was pretty mild.  It's the same reaction I developed around Christmas.

I'm pretty sure it's either something in the oil itself, or some preservative they're using for processed fried chicken.  I thin it's the latter, and it happens to get into oil...  One more place to mark off the list.  :x

[Anastasia]

Oooow. Any idea what in particular is triggering it? I mean, if you can figure it out and knowing is half the battle and shit, I dunno.

Point is that sucks and I hope you can find a way to stop it.

[Dracos]

Plumber found one of those durable dish rags in my sewer pipes.  Also at least one pipe down there is broken/cracked.  Insurance called.  Yay.

[Anastasia]

Going to work hungry sucks.

[Brian]

It does!  This is why fast-food places serve crappy breakfast-alternatives!

But seriously ... I know how lame that is. :x

[Anastasia]

Yeah, and I'm not gonna have a chance to get anything 'till after work. Blargh.

[Brian]

D:

This sounds like a job for cup-o-noodles.  Those things last for months -- you should always keep a cup or three at your desk.

[Anastasia]

I don't have a desk at work, or even a locker. Not a banner day for me.

[Brian]

I don't know where to go to chat with other fic writers who are interested in my fandoms anymore.

[Dracos]

:(

Clearly you should just invite fic writers you like over here to talk :P

Bleh, plumbing repair work moves onward...I think I have at least the main issue resolved.

[Olvelsper]

I need more hours in the day to write.