IOLessHappyN, one of my bosses' mom just died. Should I get him a card?
'Lessons'
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.
Tommy, I think you should.
On GA last night, when Alex said telling the truth was what made him special--has he not met Cristina?
Happy Birthday Tom!
GA: I LOVED the episode. I want to see it again!!!
Long shall the Vogue article "Halogen Lamps - The New Black" live in infamy.
Do NOT taunt me about the absence of halogen torchiers on the market. Grumble.
Happy b-day, Tom.
It's quite startling to walk into you bedroom and see a man in a bucket outside your window. Thankfully by that point, I was dressed. (My blinds are such that you can't see in unless you are eye level or above. Which normally no one is. ) At least the dead trees are presumably being removed.
Happy Birthday, Tom!
In other news, Gronk.
Happy birthday, Tom!
Poking head: JZ! You're still here?
Do NOT taunt me about the absence of halogen torchiers on the market.
Not everyone likes lamps that tend to start fires.
Happy Birthday, Tom Scola! May this be a great year for you.
Birthday, Happy to Tom.
My body and brain are mad at me for going along with Daylight Savings Time. That's it. No more. I will stay at EST+1 for the rest of my life.
Stupid 47-hour weekend.
Snarl.
Nilly! Sort of. I spent the entire weekend sleeping like a dead thing. The only productive thing I managed, really, was to do a lot of dishes, but since I was also the one who dirtied a lot of them, really I just maintained dish stasis. I meant to do laundry, as the laundry pile is now up to my knees, but every time I planned to it started raining and I got discouraged at the thought of lugging giant laundry bags a block away in the rain, and I took a nap instead.
The only other event of note is that yesterday I ran into a couple I know from the RenFaire at church, and just as I was about to start chatting I got hit by a wave of exhausted-plus-queasy and had to make a quick excuse and bolt away to go sit in my car and try very hard not to throw up. They looked very confused as I left. I should probably send the girl an email to explain that I'm neither crazy nor repulsed by them, and please don't judge me by the haste with which I fled.
Thus endeth the tale of my weekend.