I'm so _______, I could _______ the _______ out of the entire football team...

I am tired. Bone-tired. It’s a damned good thing my sales are so good today, or I’d quit right now. Orpheus’ parents’ house was broken into abortively last night, as the clumsy thief knocked over a microwave, alerting the household. This situation was complicated by the fact that his dad is in town (in Madison, they live a couple hours North,) on business, so his mother and sisters had to deal with all this rigmarole themselves. Furthermore, Dad’s phone doesn’t work terribly well in the “big city,” so Mom and Company called O. at four this morning, and made him run over to the hotel to roust his father. Apparently, they’ll let just anybody walk in off the street at all hours, but they won’t route emergency phone calls from the desk. Amateurish bastards. So, when I get off work, I have to go over and take care of my frazzled boyfriend, who was supposed to be getting his Dad’s co-signature on a sublet today, but will now likely loose the apartment… Why, oh WHY didn’t he listen to me when I told him to look at sublets in November? I just hope he’s ready to bone tonight, ‘cause I’m so horny I could easily take the entire football team at the ‘U… Not that I would want to, the ugly ogres.