My boss is out sick, and most of the senior staff (the people I need to approve my work at every step) are out of the office. I totally should have gone back to bed, although today is not a bad day, so far.
I feel very out of touch with movies this year. The only nominated movie I've seen is Little Miss Sunshine.
I've seen that, The Departed, and The Devil Wears Prada, among movies with major nominations. I think that's it.
Incontinence with polyps, I think, shrift.
tommyrot, heh. I have a book of Elizabethan jests that's far, far worse. I'd post one just to prove it, but (a) they're all three-page-long shaggy dog stories, and (b) I really don't want to be MARCIE'd by the entire board.
The National Pie Council picked the WRONG DAY for pie day! It should be March 14!
I'm having Banana Tea Bread from Rosie's Bakery. This almost but not quite makes up for losing my iTunes library at home due to an external hard drive crash, and waiting for the bus for 20 minutes in freezing snow.
Okay, not even "quite making up" but it soothes a little bit.
There's a truck parked right outside our building that's doing some work on the septic system. It's quite loud - it sounds like a jet engine running inside a toilet.
Today is pie day? Oy!
One of my soon-to-be former coworkers brought a homemade apple pie into the office on Friday, sort of a farewell. It was really nice of him (he made it himself, including the crust), and it was great pie.
I'm going to miss these people.
Okay. Have listened to voicemail. No ponies on offer. Will continue to drink very large cup of coffee while troubleshooting.
I hope that by the time I reach the bottom of this coffee cup, I will be capable of speaking in a manner that does not resemble a morose drunk on painkillers.
Daaaamn. I just finished the gigantor cup of coffee, and feel no appreciable difference. Caffeine, why have you forsaken me?