bonuses have arrived, dismayingly smaller than expected, but it's better than a box of jam. Or a swift kick in the ass. poke in the eye. whatever. Better than...your ASS FACE, at least.

head is killing me, using sharp burning point sticks, pounding them into my skull. I'm going to beg off a few minutes early--boss is in a good mood, I suspect her bonus has not suffered through this economic downturn.

I shouldn't have driven to work today. or yesterday. or monday or last friday. I've become weak, with this cold weather, not wanting to wait the six minutes before the bus shows up. wimp wimp wimp.

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whine whine whine. I swear, it'll be better once I get some sleep. This has all crept up on me so quickly--I'm afraid that I won't budget my meager bonus well, and it'll be a blue blue christmas for all. or at least for everyone else, since I see presents piled under the tree for me already.

Then the Psd to HTML or PSD to CSS conversion is carried out by hard coding the image to fit into HTML frames or layers

At least I've figured out an anniversary present for Boy (thanks, Bubbles): I'm getting him a private session with the stripper of his choice, and I'm betting that will knock me into the upper percentile regions in the Best Girlfriend In The Fucking Universe competition...although it's not like I won't benefit from it as well, hmm?

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In case you were wondering, my jaw aches no less than it did this morning. pity me, please. me and my angry, swollen, red-lipped mouth.