I am around. Morning's work insanity has just been mailed off to management. Grab food, and prepare for a completely different project in the PM.
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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.
Do you have time for a nap?
Not really. I have to pick between napping and eating. Why do they make me work? What's up with that?
Oh, and I need to call the help desk again. I guess I'll do that while I eat at my desk.
Grey's Anatomy is being moved to Monday in the Fall.
Gosh! Because being at a party where there is a hooker (or several present) is so many many many times worse than mishandling critical national intelligence, not to mention having one of your spy-handlers outed so that all of her contacts are at risk/dry up/get killed. Gee Willikers!
Silly Theodosia! You should know by now that sex scandals are WAY WORSE than anything having to do with the person's actual job.
Will it all end up being just the way I think it will look and I'll be all happy about it?
I vote for this.
I appear to have made a terrible mistake. I think I wasn't clear enough about wanting my hair to be cut below my shoulders. Not above.
So. In the interest of keeping me from losing my shit, I am begging everyone who sees me for the next year to not mention my hair.
I will not cry. I will not.
It's only hair.
holy god. i forgot that i need a jacket photo.
oh god.
It's only hair, it will grow, and it probably looks a lot better than you think it does.