Hee. Jesse, you right, you right. Still, I must have 100% strongly agrees to be happy. Agrees are acceptable in small amounts on sections of the agenda not facilitated by me. I'm gonna see these same people over the course of the next couple of weeks for training, part 2 and I know I'm going to be trying to figure out who it was the whole time. "Was it you? Was it you? Bastard."
One more night of trainings this week. Two nights next week. One night week after next. Then, I get to collapse.
24!!!!!!!!!
Okay first,
so you're just being a happy little terrorist, doing your happy little terroristy things, programming the happy little nuclear missles to blow up San Francisco, thinking about how happy and great your little plan isJackBauerstabsyouinthethroat.
That's pretty cool.
Second, I missed the first few seconds coming back from commercial,
did Jack kill the Little Ensign That Could????
Reading whitefont about shows I don't watch is so much fun. Much better than actually watching the shows, as I expect y'all are better writers than 90% of the crew of folks who get paid to do it.
Someone make me go to bed. I have to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow.
kat, where do you work now? Answer, then go to bed.
I work in the Bronx. On the 6. Just like J-Lo.
Now, I'm really going to bed.
I need to grab Alias from somewhere. My TiVo had other priorities.
Must avoid whitefont. Must stay strong.
I think Ozzie the cat is broken again.
When was Ozzie unbroken?
Pretty much never. But he's cute.