Kaylee ,'Out Of Gas'
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.
I'm sorry, did you all not get the email? Today is over. Has been for some time.
You mean I didn't have to sit there and be pleasant and not growl when one of my cow-orkers startled me with a Polaroid camera, all in the name of wacky team hijjinks? Huh.
I'd love to see Jilli growl at someone.
Cash, look for an e shortly.
My plans for the evening just fell through, which kind of sucks, because it's been so long since I've seen these friends. On the other hand, Yay! Now I get to go home and not talk to people.
I'd love to see Jilli growl at someone.
I've been told that it's a bit startling, but not as fierce as I would hope for. Curse this not being menacing thing.
The only reason for hijinks is to see it written down, because it's fun. Hijinks have no place in the workplace.
I am ridiculously pleased to have no plans tonight, and am sorry for those of you at work, no matter the time zone.
Am braindead.
Want home.
I am at work myself, but frankly I think the folks still at work on the East Coast deserve far more sympathy.
that said, I really should leave soon.
shepard's pie for dinner. I would like DH to come home early so we can eat it.
I've been told that it's a bit startling, but not as fierce as I would hope for. Curse this not being menacing thing.
That's what hatpins are for.
This is where we get into those existential questions for me. I am technically still at work, because my "at work" lamp is still on, and there are papers on the printer I could get and work on. But then, here I am diddling at the boards, which is more or less the sort of thing I've been doing off & on all day, thus not getting the very important work I have to do actually done. The reality is, I will probably wander into the living room and watch hockey for a while, then come back in and finish up this evening. So am I at work or at home? It would be so much better if I'd just finish my work, and then I could say I was at home and stop feeling guilty at diddling around. But, no. Ah, sweet procrastination.