I ... I put a box on my head just the other day.
What makes it even more ridiculous is I did it because I was cleaning up and abruptly needed both hands, so I freed one up by putting the box on my head, thinking all the while
boy, the neighbors probably think I'm a loon.
I don't know where I'm going to be in 5 months, let alone 5 years.
I was going to say, shrift -- I'm pretty sure I know where you'll be in five months!
Yes, but in terms of job and life? Not so sure. Except that I'm going to VividCon and Dragon*Con around then, which, okay, 5 months from now will be pretty good.
Fuck jobs and life. Viva los cons.
And on that note, maybe I'll get Thai for lunch.
5 months from now will be a pretty good month, knock wood.
Oh, that. Eh. Minor details.
CHICAGO!!!
I love the image of sara.
Laugh even harder when you realize the box was deep enough I could only see down. But I was picking stuff up off the floor, so that was ok.