final event report of the day - with an hour and a half to spare, we are all set up except for the ice, milk and sugar.
I will actually have time to apply lipstick and run a brush through my hair, possibly even read a few pages of a book to relax. wish me lots of money.
I just had a meeting in a noisy restaurant, and couldn't hear most of what was said. This is a most annoying problem. I hope the doc can fix my ear this afternoon.
aw, crap, Allyson, what lousy timing. Good luck at the dr's.
I'm thinking we're going to need booze and cigarettes to start with. And junk food. And a crowbar.
That's pretty much what I wake up thinking anyway.
-t glad to hear you are feeling good. That didn't last for me, but I hope it stays that way for you! Good luck with the doctor.
I'm thinking we're going to need booze and cigarettes to start with.
Oooh, booze!
Signed,
Just Ate Dinner At My Desk
P.S. I owe you e-mail like whoa.
Or more apt, John Eric Hexum.
Of course nobody remembers him anymore except as a cautionary tale about fucking around with the prop-guns.
He was in
Voyagers,
right? I never missed it as a swoony pre-teen.
Right, so... did I kill Natter, or are all of you just rappelling down the side of my office building and preparing to smash through the server room window?
Right, so... did I kill Natter, or are all of you just rappelling down the side of my office building and preparing to smash through the server room window?
Crap, she found out! Quick! Deploy the ferrets!