So sleeeeppppyyyyyy...
Willow ,'Showtime'
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The hurry part is happening. I want to kill people. It's bad.
I'm going home in an hour. I don't want to kill people, but I do want to go home and just veg and play with my cat.
I could go and kill people for sarameg, though--that'll liven things up here!
it's 5, you and I should both leave work.
the schedule for the next 5 nights is all screwed up now. I need calm and patience. My roll with it can be accessed, but mac's? I'm not so sure.
And we've hit another wait.
Jesus.
These people do not know the meaning of last, final or deadline.
I've got so fucking much to do tomorrow and now I can't do anymore today.
sara, I'm gonna say this now. Don't check your work email from home tonight.
I'm also toying with the idea that this is a family that's so insanely old-money wealthy, that they might have even commissioned their own 707 and had it outfitted to their own specifications, but that might be verging into Danielle Steel territory.
It makes me think of private rail cars.
Had our work holiday lunch today. No shrimp. But good Italian food and lots of it.
We also did a white elephant exchange. I brought a nice bottle of wine and ended up with a purple t-shirt that says "Sisters: Emotional Tech Support". Uhhhhhh. It is going in my drawer to be recycled in next year's exchange. One of the most "prized" selections was a 3 foot tall wooden warrior/fertility god type carving thing. That got traded around and hooted over to the max allowable (as did the booze, but that is to be expected).
Just came in to post the Majel news, but Barb beat me to it. Sad.