Cooking is boring.
Then again, in this heat, everything is boring. All I really want to do is sit in front of the TV and maybe have some wine. Which is odd, for me, as a non-drinker. I mostly want it because it's colder than the other drinks I have in my fridge right now.
Bacon in a can: [link]
I would really like to get 2 more piles off my desk today. Back to it.
There is something wrong with the internets at work. Everything is mooving soooo sloooowly.
There is something wrong with the internets at work. Everything is mooving soooo sloooowly.
Maybe the heat is getting to the internets.
I wish it were hot here. It is very windy and more than a little chilly. Though if it were hot, I would probably be complaining about that too.
My internet is also quite sluggish. Then it usually is though.
It's not hot here.
Yet, she says, invoking Venusian hells of heat.
It is not hot here. I do not wish it were hot here.
I am however going to Vegas for work this evening. I am not sure how to dress professionally for that. Though I do suppose it'll all be air conditioned.
Yet, she says, invoking Venusian hells of heat.
Don't do it, ita! It's supposed to be mid-80s today, which is toasty enough.
I'm almost dressed to accomodate incipient 80s, but the first hose/tights I grabbed out of my drawer were the compression ones, so that won't be pretty. But now I gotta heave my migrainey self off to my migraine specialist. It's always so much more fun seeing him while I'm in pain.
I was about to go to my office, but I just got an email that there's something wrong with the air conditioner there.