I can be a bad*ss on the job but I am usually pretty sly about it, i.e., you catch a LOT more flies with honey than you do with vinegar. There was nothing bad*ss about today though. I did not publish a spec today. I published a monster. I don’t want to talk about it and you do NOT wanta know. Suffice it to say, when I gathered up all of my cosmic debris and shambled out of work 10 minutes early, I told the Queen Bee (and anyone else within hearing distance), “I’m done. Stick a fork in me.”

Okay, new microwave. How do I defrost a frozen clump of leftover enchiladas? No, I have not used the micro to do anything besides heat up some bits of leftovers since I bought it in… July? August? August. I wrote about it here. Back to defrosting the leftover enchies. Where is the owner’s manual? I prob’ly stashed it somewhere but I bet I can find it online and so I did. Enchies are defrosted and warming in Gertrude’s top oven.

What else? Oh, the GG’s cute little reading nook. I’m not 100% happy with this new arrangement of furniture. This looks so comfy and I’m sure it is, but what you can’t exactly make out is that the Red Player Puano [intentionally misspelled] is on the right. It’s right in the middle of the Landfill Back Room and on the other side of that is a desk with the GG’s UberMac on it, a medium-ass TV sitting next to it so the GG can watch feetsball games while surfing the internet. Trapped by all of this stuff is a big bookshelf that I CANNOT GET TO! And The Commander’s big tree-type plant that we almost left to die in the garage in Command Central on Dillon Street. The GG finally figured out how to schlep it down here and it actually seems to do better when it doesn’t get a lot of light, go figger. It’s okay. We’ll figger it out.

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