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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.
ION: I have a self-laugher at work. Trying not to murder him.
I now have two officemates who keep up running commentary of everything going on in their heads while they're doing work. Like, what theorem they're using, what page the index says to look at, and so on.
For any Chicagoista art fans, don't forget that this Friday is Gallery Night, the kickoff of the fall art gallery season. A map to various locations and events--there's a free trolley service being provided to shuttle people around the various neighborhoods.
So, I am not doing as well as I thought on mac's first day back. Kinda fighting of an anxiety attack of my own. Flailing with the things I need to do on the personal side of my life, can't seem to start anything, no idea where to get going. The work stuff is not better, I keep picking things up starting on them, then freaking out on what to do next or jumping to something else unrelated. No more caffeine for me, that is for sure, maybe some peppermint tea, that is calming, yes?
Chamomile, msbelle.
Definitely steer clear of the Diet Coke, msbelle. Here's hoping things improve!
ION, the strangest method of drinking water ever.
I'm in a bit of a life flail myself. Yesterday I treated it by going to a job search workshop, with only medium-successful results. SIGH.
I was gone five days. My husband ate all the cookies and chocolate in the house, and none of the actual FOOD.
Aaand we're back in business: [link]
It’s a Battlestar Galactica Cake. Happy Frakkin’ Birthday. - Geeky Cake of the Week
Laura hired chef Archana Rao at Love Street Cakes (”where cake dreams come true!”*) to craft this BSG cake for the birthday of Laura’s husband, a “big BSG fan” sadly-accustomed to verbal abuse on special occasions by way of made-up sci-fi curse words.
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Rao covered a lemon cake with raspberry preserves and “(extra) vanilla frosting.” Because it is well-known that the skinjobs hate the taste of vanilla, and WE CAN’T HAVE ANY SKINJOBS EATING OUR FRAKKIN’ CAKE.
I just accepted to a 6:30pm meeting tonight.