Frankly, that doesn't sound like a punishment, Shrift.
Well, I'm violently angry right now, so I can't guarantee that anyone who touches my ass will make it out of the experience alive.
I would go! Just give me five minutes to destroy the internet first.
I'll just suck it up and go by myself. I imagine it will be a mellow concert, so I'll be fine.
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The internet, however -- how about we destroy it together? I'm seriously considering printing up a T-shirt that just says "NO." for Dragon*Con.
I'm tempted to go to Dragon*Con this year. It is between going or saving money to move out of the apartment with roaches. It is bad that this is even a question. Isn't it?
WHEW! got a cat sitter and a way to get her the keys. AWESOME!
I wore the wrong shoes to work today. My back HURTS. I swear, last time I wore these they were comfortable. How can I have forgotten how?
I paged in late to work today, but work didn't pay attention and kept calling me at home. Mumblegrumble.
I swear there was someone outside my window wishing vehement happy Earth days, but I couldn't work out why she had to be so insistent. I don't get the opposition.
The internet, however -- how about we destroy it together?
This is really looking like a shinier and shinier idea today.
shrift, I was mentally slashing a contact lens commercial last night and kinda blamed you.
Huh. The lights went out about an hour ago as I was off to a meeting, and now we hear they will be off all afternoon. It is pretty pitch-black in my office, though the main library floor has emergency lighting. Interestingly, all computer power, etc. is fine.
But aside from looking at the glowing screen, there's not much else I can do.
The lights went out about an hour ago as I was off to a meeting, and now we hear they will be off all afternoon. It is pretty pitch-black in my office, though the main library floor has emergency lighting.
It could be equipment failure, or it could be that the Zombies cut the power to the lights. Maybe you should barricade the door just in case.
lights going off should mean going home. so says I.
I thought I had cleared my desk of work and then I found a stack of invoices from yesterday. Bleagh!
