I keep refreshing the board and my lj, hoping someone posts something so I don't have to go back to it.
Ha HA! This is totally me.
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 keep refreshing the board and my lj, hoping someone posts something so I don't have to go back to it.
Ha HA! This is totally me.
Oh, wait. If I get stern with you, then you might get stern about my math. Nevermind. Proceed as you were.Don't mock Emily and math. It's a rule for a reason.
for lunch. Dinner? Whatever.We call it lupper.
I am on my second page of my paper. Once I finish this page, I am 10% done.
WOOHOO! Go Nora!
I spent Wednesday-Saturday in project management training in Seattle. I'm exhausted and have determined that I'm a very bad capitalist. I don't care about profit! (This may have to do with me not having taken advantage of the employee stock-purchase program...)
But I am safely ensconced at home with soup to make and a large amount of television to catch up on.
welcome home, Consuela!
And don't fret, capitalism is overrated.
Also, I am amused that my tag, your tag, and vw's tag all have CRAZY ASSCAPS.
And I have completed nine of 26 liner note paragraphs for my Frankenmix!
Okay, but it's a lot of work to me.
My important clocks have switched over. I taught this morning instead of assisting, and then stood around and mocked the people in kettle bell training, even though they are now sure to be much stronger than I am.
I still have that Lucy coupon and a jones for new pants. Will I make it to Santa Monica? Will I even make it to the shower? Okay, probably. But sooner rather than later...remains to be seen.
What I did today:
I tried doing what I usually do for the time change, which is to lose my hour at 5 pm instead. It doesn't really work. I was still up too late.
My brother called yesterday and today. He's in DC. Today he called because he was trying to get to the Mall from the convention center and was lost. Because he didn't have a map. And he's on heavy duty cold meds. After I quit laughing, I told him to keep going south. I wonder about his sense of direction.
He's trying to convince his boss she wants to send him to a conference in Prague. If he does, I'm so so so tagging along. Heh.