DJ, I'm glad to hear your cousin came out of it. I hope you're calmer now.
aside from the previous Doctor, how often do we hear you swoon for a guy?
Swooning for not-real-out-of-a-novel/TV-show-guys? All. of. the. time. Really-real-of-reality-guys? Hardly enough. (Edit: though it just hit me, that that guy has something of (read: a lot of) the Sean Maher in him (just maybe less in shape). Just saying.
I am gonna try. I just need to see him before, in order to try. And make sure there are no rings on his hands, or a girlfriend in the prairie. Keep your ~mas to this, and I'll take care of the rest.
Brenda! Hair! Short!
P-C, how MacGyver of you!
The Girl is on the phone to agent! Offer has been accepted! Doing the dance of joy on crutches!
Now we have to run around finding solicitors, inspectors and proof of funds. And then start making building/decorating plans. Eek.
Seska! Yay! Woo-hoo!
Congrats to you and The Girl!
Congratulations, Seska!
P-C, that was a good idea.
Shir, I hope you can find your Sean Maher-esque hottie again, soon.
Congratulations, Seska! Congrats P-C! Go Shir-Good luck!
I am frustrated like a frustrated thing. I have a presentation today that I've been working on for several months, quickly followed by another presentation on another thing I've been working on since November. I'm understandably nervous and the details happening behind the scenes have been complex for so long, I don't know which way is up half the time. So I knew I was going to have a rough time sleeping. I didn't know DH was going to wake me up last night coming in from a night out, and then again coming to bed after playing Dragon Age a couple hours later that I couldn't get back to sleep after. Not his fault, really, more my stupid brain. I got a total of 3 hours, plus headache and gronk. I am mean. I'm now locked in my office trying to find a nice, calm spot.
I need help not being cranky at work today. My friend who worked here - and by friend I mean dude Joe has known for 30 years, me for 10+ years, and whom I put in to get the job here - got let go yesterday. No idea why - he didn't divulge to Joe much. But I find myself being unreasonably cranky at some of the PTB. I don't know the whole story, but I know my friend and I am truly confused and upset by it.
The only thing I had that could reach it was a poster tube
I just had an image of Inspector Clouseau trying to knock a spider off the ceiling with a poster tube and the spider sliding down inside the tube and into his jacket sleeve.
woo, seska! (does the dance of joy for people to visit in England)
Aims, I'm sorry for your friend. It sucks, no matter what happened.
