But tomorrow, I get to see Liese and her DH, b/c they're in town!!!!

Whohoo!

This weekend I am standing in a room of thousands of people, some of whom want to talk to me and ask me personal questions about my life and possibly make me cry! And then maybe later, they'll give me money! It's like Introvert Nightmare. If only I had to cold call them afterwards, it would be custom made for me. Oh, and there's a bunch of escalators. Yeah, awesome.

But then I get to see Teppy and The Boy! Whoot!

(Just got your email btw, should be fine. The SO is crashed out, so I'll have to check the time with him, too. Might need to go a little bit later, but it might be fine, too. Talk to you tomorrow.)

A little bit later might work even better for us, too. We can coordinate tomorrow, though.

I'll be organizing the plan for my move—I have the layout of the new place drawn and gridded now, I just have to take measurements of all my stuff. And invent a shrinking ray. Also, I'll be packing dishes and less-frequently-used kitchen utensils.

It may be the degree of devotion as well. If I were able to recite important statistics for every current NFL player (or every player who'd played for my favorite team during the past 50 years), most people would think I'd gone a bit overboard.

Where I come from my father would ask you to ask him for my hand in marriage.

(We're going to off-season. I've got the shakes.)

I'm watching the game and working on my paper, which I haven't started. But I will be finishing it.

So what are people doing this weekend?

Like every weekend I intend to clean my house. Whether or not it gets done...

Otherwise there's a craft show I'm planning to go to, and the farmer's market.

I just wanted to let everyone know that I just ordered the raspberry coat and the brown boots! Go team warm!

Yay! I looked back at the links again and I noticed the pink one is rated warmer, and it's true, everyone is all bundled up in the winter. It's no time for fashion!

I asked my boss's admin what mime he does to indicate I'm behind closed doors with the boss (said admin is not the kindest man in the world). He did the boobie shimmy shake. And the next coworker I had to deal with couldn't keep his eyes above my shoulders.

I'm gonna go sniff some ergot.

Did you kill them with your pinky?

I did threaten bodily harm (in the most workplace-appropriate of ways, naturally) to the one co-worker, but I have the luxury of retreating to my end of the building, and I'm affording myself that now.

Just finish up this status document for the boss, sniff some more ergot, and the weekend she can begin. I have a lot of very shiny TV to watch. The big screen really does crap a favour.

Oh, and please stop sending me exhortations for my blood. First, I already look like a junky from all my stick marks, and secondly the Red Cross doesn't want mine. And I am touchy about being reminded.

Good lord, ita!

OK, I have something else on my agenda for the weekend -- figure out my new phone! Which was delivered just as I was thinking about getting cranky that I had no information about whether or not it was shipped.