We had an election last Tuesday, but we don't get a day off for that.
Today was supposed to be my day off and I foolishly agreed to word at a different job. I'd rather be sleeping.
'Underneath'
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We had an election last Tuesday, but we don't get a day off for that.
Today was supposed to be my day off and I foolishly agreed to word at a different job. I'd rather be sleeping.
I have today off, so I feel for all you with Monday morning angst. Not enough to trade my day off, but I am thinking of you as I head to an afternoon matinee.
We had an election last Tuesday, but we don't get a day off for that.
That's because you don't have to decide between that many possibilities. When electing mayor, where there are onyl the 2 or 3 possibilities each, we don't get a day off, either. We have twenty-something parties to choose from.
Sore throat and blocked ears (which explains a lot of my deafness over the weekend, as it grew to be what it is this morning). And nasal congestion.
So I'm home.
With zinc.
Poor tired and sickly folk. What a way to start the week. I hope you all feel better soonest!
I really hope I can head off this coldlet, but it's a bit comforting to know that my difficulty in hearing yesterday has a simple explanation. I have a deafness paranoia which was offset only slightly by having a hearing test come back normal.
The currently playing Miami Vice episode has Bill Russell, Bernard King, Michael Russell and Harvey Fierstein.
Tim Gunn is going to be on Conan O'Brian's show tomorrow!
My horoscope:
Some people are born great, and others have greatness thrown upon them. You, lucky thing, actually fall into both categories. Stop denying the star quality that makes you inherently you. Step up to the plate.
Okay, I'm no longer denying it. I'm a fucking star.
ION, What's the subject of Hec's new book? Someone at work was just raving about him, and I want to be all name-droppy and pretentious.
ION, What's the subject of Hec's new book?
The album Swordfishtrombones by Tom Waits.
Someone was raving about him at work? Raving in a good way? That's so freaking cool. The cockles of my heart are all warm and fuzzy and rolling around like happy puppies now.
eta: Everyone around these parts has been telling you you're a fucking star since forever, and it takes some total stranger with an astrology column to finally convince you? We are so wounded.
Since you can use these to communicate with the crappy drivers around you, it'd almost be worth the risk of having them hacked.
We are so wounded.
No kidding.