So, anyone want to deal with the shit I have to get done tonight for me? Because I sure don't want to. It's not even much -- some ironing, maybe a little student loan consolidation....
OK. I'm going to put on coffee (for iced, in the morning) and do the damn ironing.
Today, I had planned to marinate a roast for Friday and some chicken for tomorrow. And there's making dinner for tonight.
Don't wanna.
Phew! I did it! OK, "it" wasn't much, but still. I ironed my pants and wet down my shirt for tomorrow, and made three days' worth of iced coffee.
I get weirdly stressed out when I have meetings that start at 9, given the fact that my morning routine includes catching up here. I could just, you know, not do that, and get in at 8:50 no problem.
My lunch meeting forgot to check her email. Re-scheduled for tomorrow. Which means I have to dress not!casually for the second day in a row.
Bleah.
That's annoying, Consuela. Is there any worry about getting busted for the not-casual? It is a meeting about a job, right?
Consuela, as someone who just lost her casual Friday, I both sympathise with your pain and delight in it.
Signed,
Flux Thinker.
Phew! I did it! OK, "it" wasn't much, but still. I ironed my pants and wet down my shirt for tomorrow, and made three days' worth of iced coffee.
So much better than ironing your shirt and wetting your pants. Though the three days' worth of iced coffee makes it explicable.
So much better than ironing your shirt and wetting your pants. Though the three days' worth of iced coffee makes it explicable.
Heh. The wetting (with WATER) is my patented no-iron method.
Dinner was ginger sesame marinated chicken and zucchini spears.
Just spent another hour practicing T's lines. She's one of the good witches, and has about 15 lines total, plus chorus-type stuff. Worked on tricks to remembering when her lines happen (prompts? Damned if I know any of the proper lingo.) Anyway, one part is a singing part, and she's got a beautiful voice. Oh, and I managed to keep us on task the whole time and even recover from a case of the too-many-times-jitters! Wheee! Anyway, that was nice.