Congested sinuses and pretty dresses
Hi. I’m still not feeling great, but I’m back at work. I didn’t have much choice, since we’re understaffed already due to a training session, plus my usual backup is out sick too. I’d like to thank all those pharmaceutical geniuses who invented decongestants, and I’d like to shake my fist in rage at those jerks who make meth out of them and therefore make me have to sign away my first-born child just to buy some damn Sudafed.
And yes, we’re still going to Trivia tomorrow. That’s the 50-consecutive-hour annual Trivia contest. It’s very important to Denny. It may well be the last one; there have been some changes with the way the contest is run that may or may not work out very well, and not to count clichés before they’re hatched or anything, but a year from now I might be gestating a human and not feeling inclined to attend.
We did get a hotel room; there’s not a chance I’m sleeping on the floor under these circumstances.
What else is on my mind: I know that I don’t actually get to choose Sara’s wedding dress for her, but wouldn’t she look pretty in this?
