report is over half done.
wish ita's head could be figured out.
'War Stories'
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.
report is over half done.
wish ita's head could be figured out.
I'm watching the skies for a falling star so I can wish ita's migraine on the asshat doctor in her stead.
reports are done. me to bed.
may we all sleep well and have better tomorrows.
I am sorry I stole all your awesomes! I must have used them all up, because my Monday & Tuesday were made of them!
We decided last night to skip any potential morning activities and just sleep in. Which was lovely. And then on the way home we were doing fine for time, so we decided to swing through the Petrified Forest since we'd had to hurry through with our last two sets of guests. It was also lovely.
And then my rehearsal canceled, yay, and my new private students rocked, yay.
So the only boo is the baffling lack of puppy. We went to the kennel to pick him up, only no one was there. Radio on, stuff going, but no one answering the door or phone. He hung out there for like, a half an hour, but nobody. The SO also didn't see the dog himself, which is sending me into paroxysms of worry, which is probably needless. But at a minimum, baffling.
Mother's here!
I don't know if it's the migraines, or the meds, or just time, but we've talked more during this visit than ever before. I'm being more candid, which I will chalk up to the pain. Obfuscation is more effort than I can muster.
Liese, I hope you find your dog with a minimum of fuss.
Gronklies! I've had just enough caffeine to be able to ironically add an exclamation mark to that. Maybe a little more will enable the mark to be un-ironiced. The tension knows no bounds here at Theodosian Manor in the morning.
Yesterday I found out there's a Monster.Com Job Fair right in downtown Boston at 11 AM, so nice to be able to 'prepare.' I've never gone to one of those things before, so I'll be able to pretend it's an Experience rather than a Humiliating and Fruitless Exercise as so much job searching seems to be.
Anybody ever been to one of these things? Is there anything that I should do, other than shout "Hand over the trinkets, booth weasel!" at the representatives of the companies that I actually hope to work for?
Oh, heh. The Atlanta Humane Society (Lucy's alma mater) is using discarded Michael Vick jerseys to line the puppy cages.
Oh, my god, why is it morning?
t glares resentfully at the Orb and all of humanity
I only WISH I had an orb and some root!
Supposably the sun will come out sometime in the next few days.
Oh my God- I think I am going to burn in hell. I about to maim my annoying cow-orker who is working aloud again. Seriously, we don't have cubes, we have offices, and I can hear every god damn thing she is saying! Because she reads her emails aloud! Stop it!