I'm not sure you can get AIDS by burning down your house, but I get your point.

I am listening to either rain or sleet or both pelt the shit out of the house. The annoying thing about work when it sleets the night before is not knowing when it's melty enough to actually drive to work, and then trying to weasel out early before dark hits and it all turns to black ice. Especially since you were late in the first place. Luckily, one of the best perks of my current job is that no one gives a shit. About. Anything.

More importantly, my jaw aches from laughing so fucking hard at this post.

Seriously, I must have woken D.

And I have to go to bed now, but this is a reminder to myself to tell you about the He's Cheating On Me and You Can See His Penis In the Reflection of the Window customer I had today.