I did finally respond to Madam PoachyPants. I had a hard time not being snarky about it, because I’m in a foul mood today, but I think I managed to be civil.
In other news, I mentioned that we have to do this silly Web 2.0 certification at work? Do y’all have any idea how difficult it is to fake blog? My God, it’s brutal!
In other other news, Mr. Upstairs is on my shit list again. He was up all night, stomping around and banging things. I think he might have been fighting with himself. And the night before last, I woke up at 2am to his radio blaring Hall and Oates. Hall and fucking Oates! And the play list went downhill from there!
