Sorry to come over all humorless-environmentalist on your funny story, Tommyrot.
Oh no, I didn't think you were all humorless-environmentalist. I thought that was a good point. Also, I was joking in my apology. Iclanders can go fuck themselves.
OK, not really (on the fucking themselves thing).
Aw, sad. Horton Foote died. I met him last year.
Someone kinda halfway threw me underneath a bus today at work. I felt my face get red and I actually held up my hand while looking at my computer when they tried to talk to me later, so I think they are clear on how I feel.
This job was not supposed to be a stressful job and yet I am entering month 3 of stress. Some stuff is getting better, but only because I have taken on more than I was supposed to in order to make things work. Do Not Want.
Is Twitter working for my fellow Twitterers?
Theo, I tried to log in with my username and was told my page didn't exist. I tried to log in again with my email address and got in.
Is Twitter working for my fellow Twitterers?
It is now, but I saw some friends complaining on FB that they couldn't get in earlier. Where would we be without multiple redundant systems for our stray thoughts?
Thanks -- I was beginning to think that it was me misremembering a password or something like the school blocking the site.
Mister Kitty washes Loki into....something: [link]
oh man, remember last month when somebody burned to death right down the street from where I work? Somebody drowned in the same exact spot tonight. Yikes!