Wow! Tonight seems to be the night for drama. Just had a co-worker, (who is less than stable) freak out on me and try to start a fight over AIM. One would think that someone who is 55 years, has outgrown such sterling attacks as “you’re fat!”. Whatever Teresa, you don’t get a chance to freak out on me twice. And I’ve put up with a lot from someone who is always in the...
Still in the lap of vicodin and electric blanketland.