'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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.
My alarm did not go off this am, but somehow I woke at the correct time, which is an hour earlier than usual, despite getting home at 9:45 last night, and drinking a couple of glasses of wine in order to fall asleep! Thank god because we have a class today.
Relately, how many sheet pizza pieces do you allow per adult person? I have 18 people, so I am thinking 2 pizzas? We also will have salad.
Some states used to ban interstate wine shipment, but that was ruled unconstitutional within the last couple years.
Really? huh. Last time I tried to get wine shipped from CA to MD they couldn't do it. That was about 2 years ago.
dag, I just overheard that the only other woman who works in the office is leaving. We're not great friends or anything but she's nice and relatively normal and I could ask her questions about the other people here without it being weird.
Chicago also has something called Delivery.com that acts as sort of a clearing house - you can scan menus for a gazillion restaurants and place your order through the site.
NYC (well, Manhattan) has Seamlessweb: [link]
Looks like they're in LA too.
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I just got here, and so far have nothing clever to say....
I also, have nothing clever to say.
I was trying to remember last night's dream for a while, but it's gone.
People claims this picture is Courtney Love. I say Courtney's looking a lot like Goldie Hawn these days. It's the hair and the lips.
Oh gawd. Last night I dreamed they found out I had failed to take four classes in junior high, so I had to go back to junior high to take them. This is the second night in a row I've had this dream! Last night I was even thinking, "Wow, I have this dream all the time - now it's really happening!"
I had a frantic and enervating sleep last night. It's been a long time since I've been so appalled at the sound of my alarm. And my head is screaming.
I hate to call in sick because there's no reason to accept I'll be better tomorrow. I just can't face showering in the next half hour, much less operating a motor vehicle.
But as I type, the answer becomes more clear. I have to go back to bed. Tomorrow will come in 18 hours. Cross that bridge then.
Alrighty. Sick-this-morning email sent, and I'm back to bed.
"Wow, I have this dream all the time - now it's really happening!"
That's uncomfortably meta. Can you be sure you're awake right now?