Oh, bleargh. That sucks.
Yeah. If I'm still posting from work at 10pm, send in a team with dogs to retrieve me.
Dude, caffeinate yourself. A lot.
'Lessons'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, bleargh. That sucks.
Yeah. If I'm still posting from work at 10pm, send in a team with dogs to retrieve me.
Dude, caffeinate yourself. A lot.
I think it's Seething Pot of Hatred Day, and last night was Horribly-Timed Insomnia Night, and tonight shall be I Don't Feel Up to Drinking Beer But I'm Having Some Anyway, God Damn It.
I like the way Shrift structures her schedule. This is better than a to-do list.
Dude, caffeinate yourself. A lot.
JZ is up. The coffee is imminent.
JZ is up. The coffee is imminent.
She's the coffee mistress of the household? That's a very 21st-century division of labor.
I'm thinking I'll get enough sleep sometime on Sunday. If I'm lucky.
In the meanwhile, I have lemon squares and tea.
Yeesh, ita's on the west coast, crack o' dawn patrol too? What up with that?
great lake muckers
There will be no lake mucking today because, while it is sunny and the birds are singing, it is fucking cold.
She's the coffee mistress of the household? That's a very 21st-century division of labor.
More that coffee in this house is not a pot you grab when you get up, but two lattes that get made together. I could have bogarted all the latte to myself, but I'm trying to structure my day around my coffee intake. The work load is a vast mix of dreary, mind-numbing scut work, complicated shit that I have to figure out, and complex thinkative things.
There will be no lake mucking today because, while it is sunny and the birds are singing, it is fucking cold.
That's probably exactly what the birds are singing.
There will be no lake mucking today because, while it is sunny and the birds are singing, it is fucking cold.
Word. Up.
Yeesh, ita's on the west coast, crack o' dawn patrol too?
I could've been posting at 4am Eastern, but chose to stare at the ceiling instead.
The work load is a vast mix of dreary, mind-numbing scut work, complicated shit that I have to figure out, and complex thinkative things.
Huh. This is like my average day. No wonder why I hate mornings with the fiery passion of a super volcano.