I am so irritable I don't even know. Everything is bugging me, nothing good is on tv, mac is freaking attached to my hip and in constant motion, his damn ds is making casino like noise (and yes, I just asked that it be turned off). I feel like I am a moment away from becoming a Calgon commercial.
Natter 62: The 62nd Natter
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.
Timelies all!
There were more people in the lab today than any other day this week, since my boss showed up. Still quiet.
And in Barb is a clod news: I strained muscles in my back fluffing the feather bed.
At least the bed is now fluffy for me to go lie down on.
Oh Barb, I totally shouldn't have giggled when I read that.
My cable company just turned on the MLB network!
I've already Tivoed about three things off it.
The question is: how many times will I have to watch Kirk Gibson's fuckin' fist pump?
(For non-baseball fans, the low point in A's fandom.)
Let's face it - back injuries just aren't dignified.
Oh Barb, I totally shouldn't have giggled when I read that.
Oh yeah you should have. I'd giggle too, if it didn't hurt.
Just got a package from my BIL in vermont. It included bacon.
If I were at home, I would have to be at work, but luckily, I am still in Denver, so Suzi and Nicole and K-bug and I got mani-pedis (purple toes!) and now I'm hanging out with Nicole playing on the internets. (We are sitting next to each other on the couch, playing internet scrabble.)
I got my hair cut! Not super-short-Hecubus-approved short, but still, between chin and shoulders which is a good look for me.