London, I believe!
Excellent. Join me at the pub to drown out the terror and nausea of having to finish the stupid eval thing NOW NOW NOW just as my calendar and tasks are dead thanks to the never-ending "your Notes server will be unreachable at some point in the next two weeks" ballet?
Title of Natter 44?
Post-Traumatic Whitefont Disorder?
I have only myself to blame.
Well they let some people go but nobody in my department. Or any of my enemies. (I actually don't really have any enemies at work now...Ocassional Irritators, yes, but no enemies)
It could have been worse, ita. It could have
crawled out of your throat!
My neck is so sore. I mean, yay, the lymph nodes are fighting infection, but I could do without the swollen and sore part. What's also weird is that this cold switched sides. Now if it would just go away!
I love the sound of automatic gunfire in the morning.
I think 24 is filming by my building again.
Either that, or someone is trying to keep the Hookers for Face Cream from gathering.
You'd better hope so, Aimée.
Coke Blak.
I love the sound of automatic gunfire in the morning.
I think 24 is filming by my building again.
I hope 24 is filming by your building again. Oy.
Huh. Word absolutely refuses to start a numbered list with the number 1. It seems to be convinced that it has a manifest destiny to continue the previous numbered list, and by GOD, this list is going to start with the number 6.
I...have no idea what to do. Except maybe to go get lunch and try and figure out what Rodney McKay would do.
The Snakes on a Plane posters are (mostly) hilarious -- my co-worker and I were howling with laughter.