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It is the end of a lousy aggravating week.

Yay, weekend.

*falls over*

Worn out and snarly for purely biological reasons. When not whiny, for same. On the flip side of that, I laughed my butt off when a guy at work got his hand stuck in a fluffy cat hand-puppet.

No, really. Like it was a finger-trap or something. For bonus laughing, it was also a 'talking' hand-puppet, so with each tug on his hand trying to get it out, the thing mewed. It was almost musical, not that I could tell so well over the sound of my own laughter. And the csm who was working with me, because he came up to us while we were trying to hang movies on stupid little clip-strips and we both about died.

She tried to call someone to come up and help him, but no one could tell what she was saying either. >.>

I think I will just vegetate this weekend. Except I managed to catch my brother, while he was in a relatively good mood (?) and talk to him about moving my roll-top desk and compensations therefore. Which means I might have to clean/help move things around.

But that has to be a good start for the weekend, right?