Man. I've been writing porn all week! It's someone else's turn.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?
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.
Can this week be over? please? it started off on Monday (temperature in the 90s with humidity hovering near 100%) when I came in and found the AC in the entire office building had been off all weekend and hadn't yet been fixed. Had to run an errand at lunch, was going to stop by Starbucks for iced coffee ... but just as I got out of the Metro into the building, an alarm went off and they evacuated everyone. Tuesday, office still warm and humid. Boss has determined the next issue of our journal had to go to the printer by Thursday ... Wednesday evening out tech support sets me up with a new computer. Thursday morning I find that I need to register most of the software ... only they won't give me back the media I gave them so I can get the numbers off the various pieces. I e-mailed tech support asking for help with this and our office manager phoned me saying I shouldn't e-mail them ... leading to the question (unanswered) that if I'm not allowed to e-mail tech support for help, what am I supposed to do? So ... I'm on a short deadline, my computer is semi-operational, the office manager is mad at me, all our office printers and copiers are tied up with people running massive jobs.
Can I has beer now?
It's after noon here, Toddson. In London, it's after 5.
Thank you! you know, there's a place not too far from my office called A World of Beer in the City ... I should do some taste testing, right?
I wasn't late to work this morning, I'm having a great hair day, and we're getting free pizza for lunch.
I have a story idea that I'm allowing myself to work on a little before I do actual paid work. Want me to e-mail you about it?
Kitty! [link]
Want me to e-mail you about it?
YES, PLEASE. Once I eat lunch I may be able to toss some ideas back at you.
“If you’re a guy running full speed through New York City with a bloodhound and a Weimaraner, there’s the potential of all sorts of accidents.”
Beautiful sentence.
My skirt is too big. As is my belt. I will be fidgeting all day. But the skirt is long and full.
And my blouse has teensy bows.
It's not all bad.