Ugh. I have seriously been in meetings all day, and now I have stuff to get done that came out of the meetings, and I just don't want to! Meh.
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
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.
I'm tired. Noah is sick and he's on his way to his pediatrician as I type. Grace has a doc appt and the care facility has no clue how to handle this which means her insurance stuff is fucked.
And now the president is fucking up my commute.
Can I put my head down on the desk and just cry?
Can I put my head down on the desk and just cry?
I vote yes. Or, vodka.
{{Kat}}
Enh. The thing that irks the shit out of me? I'm at school 2 today (yesterday was school 1) and there is a teacher who actually left papers for me to grade! SERIOUSLY! 75 of them for this assessment. It is NOT my job to grade these.
Also, Sophia, that pug/sharpei mix is cuter than words can tell. And I'm a pug-hater.
Kat, wha-huh? She left papers for you to grade? WTF?
The good news is that the Pres. disruption is supposed to be done within the next hour, so our commute should be okay.
Nothing endears you to the public like fucking up traffic! (PM Major, Havel, Bush Sr, and...the Queen, I think, all have made my shitlist for screwing up my commute. I think I even cursed Warren Christopher or Albright, once.)
Is Noah's sick the teeth or roving ick?
Mr. Nader, With all due respect, sir, fuck you.
Someone should start a campaign to flood the White House switchboard with people asking Bush not to travel within the US anymore.
Or, you know, just "forget" his return from the Middle East.