'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm glad your mom came through surgery mostly OK, Maidengurl. Good luck with the school stuff.
I am looking at working evenings and a good part of this coming weekend in order to make a deadline. The actual work doesn't bother me, but the reasons behind my late start (other people) have me feeling grumbly. Or the grumbles could be pms.
Nah, it's the externally imposed OT, I'm pretty sure.
I'd be grumbly too, Calli!
Ok, people, we need to chat more. I'm trying to procrastinate, and you all are not helping!
I need to start sitting in front of my light box again, I'm pretty sure. I'm tired, and grey, and lonely, and melancholy. I don't like feeling like this.
t edit I don't need bracket hugs. Really.
Steph, just have a coworker who's playing Kenny G on repeat. All day. Again. That'll switch the melancholy to rage right quick.
(Usually, I'd have said something by now, but her aunt died unexpectedly last week and I figure she needs something to keep her spirits up.)
Turn on the damned light, Teppy. Okay, you can't actually do that, because you're at work. But yeah, it's time.
Suzi/Maidengurl/Lexine/Maxine, I'm glad your mom is through surgery all right. I hope her throat is feeling better, soon.
Now I'm earwormed with Lucy Kaplansky ("Turn the Lights Back On"). But it's a kickass song, so that's all right.
It has been raining FOREVER. On the up side, the Chrysler Building (which is what my desk window looks out onto) looks AWESOME in this weather.
Mmmmm...the Chrysler Building. My favorite NYC skyscraper.
You'd love my view then -- up on the 29th floor, we're exactly face-to-face with the top.
Julia was building the Chrysler Building yesterday, with blocks. I am not quite sure how she knows about the Chrysler Building. She just does. It was still funny to hear a six year old who has never been to NY ask, "Mommy, how do you like my Chrysler Building?"
She may have a secret life in which she lives in the Big Apple, though. On 9/11/01, when the kids saw the footage of the WTC, she thought there was a fire and that we had to leave the house, because there was fire on TV (she wasn't quite 3 years old). When I explained that it was far away, and she asked where, I told her, and she said, quite indignantly, "New York Titty?!?" in a how-dare-they way.
Cashmere - happy birthday !