This may be the best thing I've accomplished all week. Can I go home now, please?
Go, you, JZ!
And i say you can go home.
I just inhaled a crumb from a dry scone, and now I feel awful and can't stop coughing -- can't I go home yet? Oh, wait, mandatory training. Argh.
I could murder a tea latte right now.
Shrift, excellent!
Msbelle is crazy, though possibly not about this.
Register me, people! I need to take this pointless test and get a nap.
Thanks for the good wishes. I'm aiming for a big flashing (yet easily removable) signal arrow in the readings.
This may be the best thing I've accomplished all week.
That is a truly excellent thing. I had an innocent murmur as a kid, and even though my dad was sufficiently reassured by my ped that it was almost surely an innocent and harmless thing, I still managed to talk myself into state of Oh God Oh God I'm Gonna Die even decades before ill-advised medical Googling.
Everyone that want to go home - can go home.
yay for shift's granmother!
Is this the same sort of murmur that makes the dentist get all reticent? I didn't think twice about having one (it was such an offhand comment from the doctor) until the dentist got all balky.
Latte!
Go, JZ! Also, go home! You too, Consuela. Work on Friday is for suckers. Or possibly people with full-time jobs. One or the other.
I register you, ita. But that's not what you meant, I bet.
"Supernatural" Carlos Santana.
Before that it was ASH.
Probably another "eh," weekend, but I might have "Batman Begins" to watch.
Why is Friday afternoon so long?
Oh noes! The scary thunder, which I guess means "You are about to get the crap snowed out of you" has reached Beverly, Mass.
Much scarification abounds in the office.
Holiday party postponed.
Cats and dogs working together to build a snow fort!