It is 5:34. Still no DHL. Damn them.
I am totally not going to be able to drop my laundry off today. Though, thanks to my inability to leave the house, my bathroom is sparkling clean.
ETA: And it occurs to me now, as I look at my clean bathroom, that today is the first day in forever that I have felt almost normal. My head isn't fuzzy and I'm not sleepwalking. Working from home clearly agrees with me.
Yay for working from home!
In 16 15 minutes, I'm going to leave work, and then go to the airport, and then fly to Seattle, and then go to sleep, and then wake up, and then have breakfast with Plei and Jilli!
We're going to run amok.
amokamokamokamok!
new rule: don't crawl under the house when you are wearing your phone.
Home is the only place to work. Scurrying around a maze of cubes is bound to make you feel mousy. Also, the parking is cheap.
I just ate a whole pizza and watched the season finale of BSG. 50 minutes to a new episode.
Parking is free for me at work, as work is no longer in downtown Evanston. But still, I take public transportation, because I hug trees and shit.
I do not want to hug shit. I can, however, get behind the rest of tommyrot's post.
DH is home - major electrical talk is going on
somewhere in the future there will be less dollars in my hand
You're standing on the wrong street corners, then.
elctrican is a guitar player .... damn, this guitar building thing is comming in very handy...
I got Betsy's post, in a way in which I did not actually get it.