YAY for working washer and dryer, though boo for how long it took.
Jesse, sorry about the woe.
I was tempted to go to Catalina next week. oops. Guess we aren't going after all.
I'm decidely mellowish right now. But sleepy. I think I need a nap.
Willow ,'Storyteller'
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.
YAY for working washer and dryer, though boo for how long it took.
Jesse, sorry about the woe.
I was tempted to go to Catalina next week. oops. Guess we aren't going after all.
I'm decidely mellowish right now. But sleepy. I think I need a nap.
AND someone picked my stuff up off the printer, but no one will confess!
I swear to god. I should just go home already.
Yes, Jesse, you should go home. Everyone should take the day off. I approve wholeheartedly of such a scheme.
I'm gronky this AM. I've been in crocs for a couple of days straight and wandering around beaches and promenades and gardens and I have given myself a blister.
Boston Aqua-Man-device-slash-undercover-hoax-bomb installers have had the charges against them dropped. [link]
God, I'm so glad.
Yes, Jesse, you should go home. Everyone should take the day off. I approve wholeheartedly of such a scheme.
I vote for Kat for leader!
I am very glad Jessica didn't have to kill anyone to have clean and dry clothes.
Yes, Jesse, you should go home. Everyone should take the day off. I approve wholeheartedly of such a scheme.
Yay!
At least now I have a Tootsie Pop.
Jesse, why is your toe bleeding?
Paul Weller was the lead singer of The Jam and the Style Council and has had a long solo career as well. Total English mod icon.
So here's my good news. I sent my introduction to the book to my editor. (Being as how it's a small book and a long introduction, it comprises about 1/20th of the entire thing.)
He replied:
I love it! Consider my appetite well and truly whetted.
And I'm happy with the introduction too and was feeling all saucy about it. And then I went back and looked at the rest of what I'd written which has not yet received as much massaging and revising and...it's nowhere near as good as the intro. Ugh. I can make it better, but it's very deflating. I started to feel Almost Doneish, but instead I have much work yet.
Yes, Jesse, you should go home. Everyone should take the day off. I approve wholeheartedly of such a scheme.
Yes, please.
Jessica, I'm thrilled to hear you finally got your washer/dryer taken care of.
Yesterday and the day before:
8:30 A.M., arrive at work
8:30 P.M., leave work
Today: 8:30 A.M, arrive at work
I'm not saying I don't appreciate the symmetry, but if I'm still here at 8:30 tonight I'ma have to choke a bitch.
Well, I'm back from SF and seem to have found an awesome place to live, which is good. Now I just have to secure movers. And, you know, pack. Ugh.
In other news, somewhere along the way, my anxiety dreams seem to have shifted from running around trying to find the classroom to take my exam in, to running around trying to find a place to photocopy the exercises I need for teaching that day. I can only guess that one day soon I'll be running around looking for the Chicago Manual of Style.