in 20 hours, 27 minutes and some seconds, I'll be in San Francisco.
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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.
The worst problem with my pregnancy right now is that I need to gain more weight, so I have many weeks of absolutely guilt-free face-stuffing ahead of me.
Plus, the glorious migration of Buffistas to the Bay Area has already begun.
I'm calling a Good News alert.
I get to see the FA Cup (English soccer/football) final tonight. It's a big deal, and my team is playing.
T-minus 30 hours and change before Vortex and I (and Deb, possibly) have dinner at Monkey Noodle.
Also, T-minus 33 hours and change until Vortex and I are drunkenly screaming "LEGENDARY!" at each other and high-fiving before we take another shot.
I find this mental picture hilarious, personally.
My sister's loaning me $50 to get me over my financial dry spell this month, and she doesn't want me to pay her back. Instead, she asked that I pay for dinner once when I see her and her husband-to-be in Las Vegas this Thanksgiving, which I was going to do anyway! And I didn't even ask for it!
I may not have to find a new job for another year.
A new neighborhood restaurant I tried a few weeks ago (and loved!) will be reviewed in the NYT tomorrow, and I'm strangely excited. Two stars, baby!
Um, my basement is almost dry? (Well, it's good news to me!)
And I'm going to SF, too!
2 days, 7 hours, 11 minutes til I land in San Jose.
I am checking in this document from hell that I've been working on for weeks RIGHT NOW! And then sending the link to it to a co-worker who actually will use it and provide me with feedback that will actually be useful sometime this week! This is unprecedented!
Also, my band wrote an insanely catchy jingle for an organization for which my drummer (who is in advertising) is working. It's not a sure thing they'll use it but they'll pay us if they do and if nothing else we wrote a really fun little pop song in about 1/2 an hour!
I just ordered a bunch of Cole Porter-y goodness.
My dad decided that since he doesn't like steak anymore, he should give me about 2 pounds of filet mignon. (I'm not sure how he got there either, but I'm not arguing with dad-logic.)
Mom will probably be coming home from the hospital this Friday.