Work was hellish today. I came in to discover that B, my coworker, had basically been swamped with clothing orders. This sets the tone for the rest of the day -- which is, customers coming in constantly and us trying desperately to keep up, as well as deal with a long line of clothes in the back. On top of that, we're also cleaning, pressing, and boxing blankets (cheaply-made ones at that, yarn EVERYWHERE) for the victims of hurricane Katrina. I was basically rushed off my feet all day. Even ended up staying a half-hour over to help move the still-unfinished boxes out of the rain (it was threatening to storm all day today).
-D: At least you didn't stay grumpy when you came home.-
Well, my cousin had left some cookies for me. . . .
No Sims today, though I had a massive update in
revison_doc. Speaking of which, I do have to find a Nightlife-compatible abduction telescope. Might post about that in the Sims 2 comm.
-TD: Tell me again why our Simself needs to be abducted by aliens.-
Because I want at least one alien birth and I think it would be funny.
-H: *giggling* I agree.-
-TD: -.- You would.-
-M: Are you still going to have one version of my dad abducted?-
Yup, most likely Strangetown George. I'm still going to call a boy Darth.
-M2: Much as I hate to say it, I could actually see Dad doing that.-
-VD2: What about your fiction?-
Hey, I'm working on it right now. "Eight Arms to Hold You." I'm up to Chapter 10, the really nice chapter for OckDoc.
-OD: *tentacles squee* Well that's good. But how about acting on some of these fanart ideas?-
I am tempted to do "Warsies," I admit. . . .
-J: "Warsies?"-
Name for Star Wars fans. Specifically,
anonymoose_au's TeenGeorge and my TeenDoc playbattling with "lightsabers."
-TD: ^^;; I like the technology!-
I'm aware of that, given your attempts to build a lightsaber.
-VD: You really have to be careful with that, TeenDoc -- we don't want you losing a limb, unlike every Jedi who ever lived.-
Yeah, the Prequel Trilogy Jedi were quite prone to getting stuff hacked off, huh? Lightsabers are dangerous.
-TD: I'm being careful. I always make sure the "active" end is pointed away from me. And I use safety equipment.-
I certainly hope so.
-TD: I have no choice. You think it's sexy.-
^^;;
-D: That's one thing I don't mind. Better safe than sorry.-
Precisely. *patpats* And if you look good doing it, so much the better.
-D: *rolls eyes*-
Back to writing, then to bed. I really gotta start getting more sleep. *yawn* Oh well, that's what weekends are for.
-D: At least you didn't stay grumpy when you came home.-
Well, my cousin had left some cookies for me. . . .
No Sims today, though I had a massive update in
-TD: Tell me again why our Simself needs to be abducted by aliens.-
Because I want at least one alien birth and I think it would be funny.
-H: *giggling* I agree.-
-TD: -.- You would.-
-M: Are you still going to have one version of my dad abducted?-
Yup, most likely Strangetown George. I'm still going to call a boy Darth.
-M2: Much as I hate to say it, I could actually see Dad doing that.-
-VD2: What about your fiction?-
Hey, I'm working on it right now. "Eight Arms to Hold You." I'm up to Chapter 10, the really nice chapter for OckDoc.
-OD: *tentacles squee* Well that's good. But how about acting on some of these fanart ideas?-
I am tempted to do "Warsies," I admit. . . .
-J: "Warsies?"-
Name for Star Wars fans. Specifically,
-TD: ^^;; I like the technology!-
I'm aware of that, given your attempts to build a lightsaber.
-VD: You really have to be careful with that, TeenDoc -- we don't want you losing a limb, unlike every Jedi who ever lived.-
Yeah, the Prequel Trilogy Jedi were quite prone to getting stuff hacked off, huh? Lightsabers are dangerous.
-TD: I'm being careful. I always make sure the "active" end is pointed away from me. And I use safety equipment.-
I certainly hope so.
-TD: I have no choice. You think it's sexy.-
^^;;
-D: That's one thing I don't mind. Better safe than sorry.-
Precisely. *patpats* And if you look good doing it, so much the better.
-D: *rolls eyes*-
Back to writing, then to bed. I really gotta start getting more sleep. *yawn* Oh well, that's what weekends are for.