In which we find out how the lemming almost burned the company down, and how she has become addicted to Ibuprofen

I'm afraid the title says it all, really.

Yesterday, I almost burned down the company because the ash from my cigarette disloged in one small burning lump and fell on some previously unobtrusive cardboard, whereupon it proceeded to smoke gently. Had I not smelled burning paper (one of my most favourite smells in the world, by the way, after Red Old Spice and the smell the second bout of grass of the year exudes when cut - not the first grass, mind you!), I would have finished my smoke and left it to its own devices. And (before I get into details that won't let me sleep at night because of the could-have-been guilt and fright) it did have what to further ignite, and plenty of it. I work in an industrial company, as I have said many times before. Ehehehe... Myeah.

Luckily, I grabbed the by-now-burning cardboard (which proceeded to flame even more because of the rush of air it received as I was half-jogging with it)and soaked in the nearest water supply - the ladies' toilet. Which I promptly clogged (as in, the thing would not flush, because - and now, kids, pay attention! - even when soggy, /that/ kind of cardboard will not become malleable enough to be flushed away. Instead, it backfires the toilet. Please try this at home.)

I won't go into details of how I managed to /un/-clog the toilet, unless by special request - and I doubt anyone is curious. Although, to spike your curiosity, I did /not/ use my hands - because I am germophobe extraordinaire. Also, I am using way too many dashes (hyphenationwossnames) today O.o

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Also, I am proud to announce that I am following my role-models up until the (bitter) end.

Well, no, not really, because Hyde is not entirely my role-model (only insofar as he is an immensely talented person who has succeeded in having a beautiful life doing what he likes best and what he's best at, but yeah.), and also, this bit of information only appeared in a fanfic (a /beautiful/ fanfic, one surprisingly well written for a Jrock fanfic, although I am beginning to change my opinion that they are just mindless smut lumps. Not that there's anything wrong with yaoi smut lumps involving bishounen with loads of makeup and a proportional quantity of canon angst - it's what gets me through the day, more often than not. Which means I lead a pretty sad life. But that's not the point /this/ post, haha. ha? Anyway, as I was saying, I'm changing my opinion on that as I'm delving ever deeper into the land of perdition that is Jrock fanfiction. Ooooh, the prettiness that Gazette ff can provoke is beyond imagination ^__^ Anywhooha...) BUUUUUT...

yay, I'm becoming addicted to Ibuprofen. The joy. The happeh. The whoopsie. Although ingesting large amounts of Ibuprofen and washing it down with alcohol really /does/ do what the fanfic said: life seems rosy all of a sudden. No, I'm not going into hard drugs. I have a damn migraine that won't quit. Yes, I am aware that alcohol is probably not the choice treatment for such afflictions. Stfu, conscience, thankyouverymuch. It was a good fanfic, that, but it's kinda hard to separate fact from fiction - especially when it's so well-written. Ummmm...

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In other news still, the coming weekend is, so far, proving to be the most exciting evah. Evah-evah. YAY! I hope that I'll be able to hold my own, and prove to the people who trusted me enough to let me do this that I am worthy of their trust and that they have not been wasting the last two years (in bouts) teaching me stuff and giving me opportunities to grow. But the two trainers' teams both rock ballz off, and I have every confidence that it'll be the best workshop evah. Evah-evah. YAY!

Lupeni, here we come to freeze our asses off! ^__^