'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
So I think I'll take two or three weeks off and stay home.
Will it still be with no cell phone and a stack of books?
Probably still trying to get rid of the plaster dust.
Setting challenges to ourselves is an important step in growing and developing. Or something.
Will it still be with no cell phone and a stack of books?
Yes. I'm going to be one of those people I see every morning at the Coffee Bean, sitting outside, drinking a latte, smoking a cigarette, laughing inside at the poor schmucks on their way to their jobs, who will be, undoubtedly, looking at me and thinking, "Don't you WORK?"
Which, you know, is what I wonder every morning.
Which, you know, is what I wonder every morning.
I wonder that whenever there's a traffic jam in the middle of the day. What are those people doing on the road?
But your description sounds just lovely, laughing inside and all. I took some time off between finishing my Masters' and starting my PhD. It was great. People didn't seem to know what to do when they asked me what I was doing and my answer was "Nothing", so I changed it to "A jigsaw puzzle".
I refuse to believe there is a normal form of dust that will not bow before the almighty swiffer. It must be alien dust. Your condo is contaminated and must be quarantined.
Luckily this works out with the whole staying home for a few weeks.
People didn't seem to know what to do when they asked me what I was doing and my answer was "Nothing", so I changed it to "A jigsaw puzzle".
All you have to do around here is answer, "A script." Then they're too busy telling you all about the great idea they've been working to ask any follow up questions.
It must be alien dust.
Close enough. It's dust from where I sanded the new plaster. At least, it's only on everything I own now and no longer glued to the roof of my mouth. That was not a pleasant sensation.
Probably still trying to get rid of the plaster dust.
Do you have a humidifier? Making it heavy enough to stay still for the swiffer is the trick.
Heather! Congratulations onthe new job!
All you have to do around here is answer, "A script."
In LA, I guess. In Israel, I don't think my imagination is rich enough to come up with a response to that. But, no, wait, you're right - whatever it will be, it will definitely distract them from asking more. Hmm.
Do you have a humidifier? Making it heavy enough to stay still for the swiffer is the trick.
Interesting. Sadly, I don't have one. My hope is that I can use the Bissell flip it thing to get rid of the dust. I would use it now but I think my neighbors would drown me.
In LA, I guess.
Yes. LA. Where the guy who asks for change at the corner of La Cienega and San Vincente has a spec feature he'd love to get your feedback on.
In Israel, I guess the topic that wins over all topics is politics. Everybody is a potential prime minister. Or at least a potential head-of-the-army.
Yeah. We don't get as much of that here.
Also, the promos for the local news tell me that the new trend is women having their husband's remains made into jewelry. That's kinda...ew.
10 to 1, it's a plot point on this season's CSI.