'Bring On The Night'
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 have a new project to start. The bits I hate most of this are scope determination (if it's not development) and getting all the players to actually pay attention.
This week is scope. Next week is team.
My head isn't hurting right this minute. I consider this a sign to take that e-mail off the printer and start marking it up.
Oh, god. I don't know how I convinced myself to come to work today. Maybe I was delirious?
I may need to take more Sudafed before I can make that WTF?! call to DC.
I swear to god. WTF?
Go ita!
And with that, I have to go, as well. But with less exclamation points, as it's just going home. Have less-Mondayed Mondays, everybody!
I swear to god. WTF?
I must have signed my name as Sugar Mama.
Go ita!
Heh. Haven't got the printout yet. But I will now, I swear.
Blame sarameg.
That would even work to the tune of "Blame Canada".
Dana? I made the call. They're going to pull all the registration forms and see what's what. I'll shoot y'all another e-mail when they get back to me.
Christ on a rowboat.
I can refax them tomorrow if I need to. And I am now glad that I obsessively kept them, just in case.
Good to know. I must remember to check the answering machine when I get home.
I thought I was pretty nice to them about it, considering I feel like euthanasia is an appealing option and they owe me $585 dollars.