I Talk About Work Way Too Much

I don't know what it is with lights recently. Tonight the lights at BBW went out. The emergency lights and the pink ones on the wall were still on though, so I guess you could say we had atmosphere. Or something. Of course, once the lights came back on, half the light bulbs had burned out. Harmony was like, "Oh forget it, they'll fix it in the morning." Kiernan asked me about my hobbies today, and I said, "Well, I have a website, a blog." And Harmony asked what that was, and I said that basically I yak about stuff. And she was like, "You write about us?" They both freaked out- "What are you writing?" I said that I wrote about how nice Harmony was, and Kiernan asked "When did that happen?" I went, "There was that one time!" And Harmony chimed in, "Yeah, she was dying! It would have been really horrible to be mean to her when she was dying!" I love these people. Denise called me Nettie Boo-Boo one day and Kathleen has latched on to it, she thinks it's cool. I don't mind. I've been called worse.