I guess going to work tomorrow will be okay if I don't get stuck on a bus with a bunch of jovial morons who want to bond over the weather like I did on the way home today. I'd like to thank my iPod and the Dead Kennedys for keeping me from stabbing them all in the throat while possibly being taped by a security camera.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
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.
shrift, when I took the airport bus at xmas, the driver burst out with a tuneful "I'm dreaming of a white christmas" and the other passengers joined in. You would've died. Or someone woulda. (Me, I buried my curmudgeon enough to like the whole random people coming together thing. My weakness.)
Dude, you're taking the wrong bus line.
Well, see. I'm not so much a curmudgeon that I didn't laugh along with everyone else this morning when a moronic driver behind the bus kept honking, and the bus driver called him an asshole. Good times for all!
The people I got stuck with on the way home, however, reminded me of the glad-handers of a corporate retreat. Forced, overly familiar, and I was TRAPPED. Standing for an hour and a half without even a cocktail to keep me company.
Damnit, I wish I could get the hell out of Northbrook when I come to Chicago for business. I think I may need to build in an extra day (or at least an extra evening) to meet up with everyone.
Dude, you're taking the wrong bus line.
Maybe I should take the train tomorrow.
OK, before I go to bed, another tale of sara discovers ipods: Loreena McKennit still gives me the fricking chills. Man, I missed listening to music just because. And the stories.
Shit, my printer is all fucked up. Does Turbo Tax allow you to print later?
Does Turbo Tax allow you to print later?
Yup. You can go back and access your returns at any time. I still haven't printed mine up yet.
Whoot!
BTW, I owe you an e and have to actually put the t-shirt in the mail.