It's going to be on your person the whole time, right?
Yes. OK, then. I really would have sworn there was a travel gear store in Grand Central, but no. Go team poor planning!
That's fine, Jesse, I do it all the time.
Right on, thanks.
Wash ,'Bushwhacked'
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.
It's going to be on your person the whole time, right?
Yes. OK, then. I really would have sworn there was a travel gear store in Grand Central, but no. Go team poor planning!
That's fine, Jesse, I do it all the time.
Right on, thanks.
Also, I can't recall anyone ever being whinged at or insulted if they didn't want to participate in Too Much Candy.
So, this year, if anyone wants to Opt Out of Too Much Candy be sure to wear a pink bow tie.
No pink bow tie and I'm onna yer neck...
::stabinates boob guy::
OK, I think I'm done working for the day now. And maybe am only dropping one ball. Ugh. I kind of hate being out of the office.
I kind of hate being out of the office.
You hate being in the office. You're not leaving yourself much room for non-hate.
They get to have their boobs groped, thus proving to themselves that they are "good enough."
Heh. Yes, this. Which sums up a lot of what was wrong in my early adulthood, I fear.
You know, back when I was going to cons.
(It turns out, I have lingering Issues about this.)
You hate being in the office. You're not leaving yourself much room for non-hate.
I don't hate being in the office! Especially now that I don't have to deal with annoying ex-boss.
Not that I would mind being independently wealthy.
I don't hate being in the office!
Ya say that now...
I would mind being independently wealthy.
Amen.
Okay. To home. In the hurty shoes.
You know what I do hate? Having more to do than I have the resources for (time, staff, whatever). That's what I hate.
But seriously, I don't hate my job. There are moments, of course.
OK, that's it. Time to watch baseball.
I should've left the radio tuned to NPR instead of putting in a CD and checking DailyKos when I got home. It's so much more satisfying to pound a steering wheel than a cushion.
I'm still information-free regarding the primary, and with the magic of TiVo I should be able to keep it that way for a few more hours.