'Life of the Party'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
When I oversleep, I routinely have a dream wherein I'm trying to shower and get dressed, but am thwarted by a too small shower, low water pressure, argumentative family not giving me privacy and sometimes crumbling floors.
I then wake up frustrated AND late. Fun times.
Actually, your dream could be the premise for a pretty good action adventure movie.
It was basically The Lost Symbol if The Lost Symbol had been about Illuminati smart phones.
No strange dreams last night, though I have done that waking dream where I thought I was doing my usual morning stuff only to wake up late and realize I have to do it all again. For real this time.
Woke up to a few inches of snow on the ground but with clear roads. Does not excuse the kids I saw walking to school in shorts. Dudes. More snow is expected today. Not a ton, but still. Cover up. You are making me cold just thinking about your goosebumpy legs.
Tom was hiding because he had found a super-secret Blackberry prototype belonging to the Pope and the Vatican was looking for him.
Tom found the GodPhone! How will the Pope communicate with The Lord now?
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome
but Scola stole his GodPhone...
Zen, thanks for the wakeup calls. It's working great so far. I have to tell you now, while I'm fully functioning, that EVERY MORNING there's a little evil part of my brain scheming on how to go back to sleep. Getting my bed made before hanging up is key.
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I have to tell you now, while I'm fully functioning, that EVERY MORNING there's a little evil part of my brain scheming on how to go back to sleep.
mm-hmm, I know! That's why I stay on the phone until you tell me you made your bed.
Tom found the GodPhone!
Sell it to Gizmodo! Pay for your move.
Sell it to Gizmodo! Pay for your move.
You know who'd pay more? SATAN!