"Right, so, you've reached Claudia. I'm totally not around right now. Sucks to be you. If you don't know what to do with this beeping noise, then you probably have more problems than just not being able to reach me."

*beeeeeeeep*

Only a couple, this time, and mostly copypastaed.

( The mad scientist )

( The angel, expatriated )

( The punk, alumn . . . iated? )

( The mun, exhaustiated )

So, work has gotten crazy. Not because of flowers, thankfully (*sends waves of patience and sympathy at trigons_child*), but because of the Federal Budget.

You know, that yearly thing that marks out where the US Government thinks it's going to spend your (if you're a US citizen) tax dollars. So, you know, pretty much an epic fantasy novel with lots of tables and numbers in it.

Hopefully, formatting this will not swallow my availability for longer than a couple of days, maybe as much as a week. We're hardcore and can burn through it pretty fast (and don't actually format the whole thing, thank Maude). Just, you know, watch out for some epic slowness from me (and thus Claudia, Priestly, and Castiel) for a bit.