I'm at work. I just read (on snopes) that tonight between midnight and 1 is one of those times where many conisder the veil between this world and the next to be thinnest, allowing ghosts to be seen or maybe even for one of us to be pulled through to the other side.
Last Saturday when I walked into a theatre to do my final check at the end of the night, I looked at my watch, saw it was just turning midnight and said aloud, "it's the witching hour". At that exact moment my flashlight broke and the batteries fell out onto the floor.
I reallly hope we're done before midnight tonight.
Are you stuck there, Drew? I tried texting, but I think you must be away from your phone. I have leftovers that I may eat if you think it's going to be awhile. I'm starving.
Coffee: Sox, I'm so sorry you had to sell a house you loved. In the misery-loves-company department, when I separated from my DexH, I made the choice to leave the dream house that we'd designed and built from the ground up. It really hurts to leave a place you've put your heart and soul into, no matter how practical the reason. {{{you}}}
Laga, if the fridge in your break room starts smoking, back slowly away and do not under any circumstances say you are the Key Master.
Seriously, Sox, that house was lovely. And what a location! I'm sorry you had to leave it.
But maybe soon I'll get to see your new one!
I use punctuation and spell out things even on my BlackBerry.
I do, too. I can't make myself spell like Prince.
We went to Applebees for dinner, thanks to a gift certificate from TCG's mom. My cosmopolitan was lousy and cost nearly $8. I'm glad I wasn't paying for it with my own money. How does one make a cosmo that tastes like lemonade?
Use your power to get them shut down, sj!!!
Kristin, eat the leftovers. I'm still here. I think pizza just arrived. I'm really wanting to get out of here but we're listening through orchestra overdubs and I think I'll get the stinkeye if I announce that I'm leaving.
You would have enjoyed the electric violin session we had earlier today.
Laga, if the fridge in your break room starts smoking, back slowly away and do not under any circumstances say you are the Key Master.
But if someone asks you if you're a god, SAY YES!
Don't cross the streams! Unless Egon tells you to, then cross the streams.
I'm really wanting to get out of here but we're listening through orchestra overdubs and I think I'll get the stinkeye if I announce that I'm leaving.
Gotcha.
You would have enjoyed the electric violin session we had earlier today.
Yes, I would have! I used to play my violin with a pick-up from time to time, and I always loved that sound.
But if someone asks you if you're a god, SAY YES!
BWAH! Tep, get outta my brain!
