G'night, Kristin.

Man, I hate December. The whole fucking month has got that bearded Elf up its butt.

Hey ita! I was just at the Hustler store and there was a gay porn video called Capoeria, where pretty boys fought in buff!

Fighting in the buff scares me, possibly because I have too many faces to put to the testicles.

SPP suspects the video does as well.

I am watching my Felicity DVDs, because I am a girl-man.

Next, I will bring out the My So-Called Life discs, and you will each wonder things which are best left un-wondered.

I distinctly recall thinking "I am over teen angst. Give me something new."

...

I am watching my Felicity DVDs, because I am a girl-man.

Next, I will bring out the My So-Called Life discs, and you will each wonder things which are best left un-wondered.

How's that working out for you?

Unrelatedly, I woke up in a work mini-anxiety attack, because it occurred to me how nonsensical people were on the project yesterday, and how not-there I was. But, hey, if I can't take a sick day on Saturday, when can I? Still, I'm up not to send e-mails and schedule meetings to discuss.

Here's hoping everyone got to sleep eventually...

I am feeling super smug right now. As you probably know, I am extremely lazy. In school, I'd generally rather get a decent grade that I don't work that hard for, than a stellar grade I have to bust my ass to get. Last night, I was on the phone with a perfectionist friend, and she was angsting over getting a "good-not-great" comment on a paper she still got a good grade on. I just got mine back, and mine was "excellent"! Woo.

Why were you working yesterday, ita? That doesn't seem right.

Why were you working yesterday, ita? That doesn't seem right.

Well, I wasn't working as hard as I was supposed to.

However, and I say this in irritation and no little sleep dep -- [edited to remove work rant]

I'm so irritated with having to be den mother to people for whom I have no actual responsibility. They are not even in my department. It's frustrating, and what I was doing inbetween EEG and PT on Friday, and I really thought I'd proactively covered the span of them being flaky.

I'm pissed because this project is a big deal for their department, for the customer department, and finally for the company. And they just won't be sensible about it. And I suspect they aren't having "no initiative" talks with their managers.

Which reminds me, I should rat this one guy out to his boss.

And who knows how much of this post I'll leave standing. I'm just so mad right now (with concomitant headache). It's insane.

And I'm supposed to be the lazy one.

Which segues right into woo-hoo on your paper!

Good lord, that does sound irritating. Totally rat the one guy out.

Oh, ita, how irritating! I was coming here to whine, but now I've lost all my whinyness on behalf on being angry for you.

Which, here too, goes to woo-hooing Jesse.

[Edit: and saying hello to the new thread, just under 1kb of posts numbers.]

Okay, I calmed down mid-ratting out to check my voice mail and assure there isn't a reasonable explanation waiting on it for me.

There's not.

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