Oh, god. I don't know how I convinced myself to come to work today. Maybe I was delirious?
'Shells'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
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 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.
Dear GG,
Please kill Kirk.
Thank you.