Plei, you are not chopped liver. Not even remotely.
OMG am never going to get all this work done by the deadline. never ever ever. hiding under desk now, possibly having panic attack.
This weekend will involve errands, writing a new GCS lesson, mending projects, and trying not to panic about work deadlines.
Sean, for the love of all things holy, you just gave me an unshakeable "Welcome Back Kotter" earworm.
I KEEL YOU!!!!!
MWAHAHAHAHA!!!! My evil plan worked!
I take it it's a good thing I don't know this song, then?
Here is some chocolate.
I take it it's a good thing I don't know this song, then?
I can fix that, as soon as I get home.
Tomorrow: work (moving back onto my office from the conference room and other stuff), taking BF out to buy him new jeans for his slimmer self, to salon evening. Sunday: clean house, gym, to dinner and movies with friends. Should be a lovely weekend.
Sean, for the love of all things holy, you just gave me an unshakeable "Welcome Back Kotter" earworm.
I can help you get rid of it, but only if you don't mind being earwormed with ABBA, the Fantanas jingle, or The Song From Hell in its place...
I take it it's a good thing I don't know this song, then?
I'll get you, my pretty! And your little.... um.... whatever the hell that thing is, too!
I think a cube neighbour thinks that just because most of us can't understand the language of her personal calls that there's no reason to have the conversations even slightly quietly.
I want lemonade. And to go home. I think one of these will be accomplished in the next ten minutes.
Here, Tep. I've been earwormed with this all day.
(Good song. Not an ita danger-level link.)
I, too, am impervious to the Kotter earworm. I don't think I've seen as much as sixty seconds of it ever, and I've never heard the theme song; oddly, though, chunks of my brain are taken up with photographic-perfect memories of individual panels of the Mad magazine Kotter parody, which I must have read when I was six or seven.