I'm awake, and have been for almost 2 hours.
At least it's Friday.
Lindsey: Why--why did you... Lorne: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be. Lindsey: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just...Angel...kills me. You...Angel... Lorne: Good night, folks.
'Not Fade Away'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
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.
Lee - Jan 22, 2010 3:20:56 am PST #3441 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Jesse - Jan 22, 2010 3:42:09 am PST #3442 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
It IS Friday!
I'd gamble I'm not going anywhere through Sunday.
Liese, FTR, I'm not seeing your actual apostrophes, just the code...
Cashmere - Jan 22, 2010 4:03:21 am PST #3443 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Evidence. It's pretty cute I have to say.
CUTE!
I'm so glad it's Friday, even though I have stuff to do and a board meeting tomorrow.
msbelle - Jan 22, 2010 4:17:16 am PST #3444 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Did anyone watch The Deep End last night?
Today is supposed to be a clean up the office daya t work, preparing for our move in April. We have giant bins for paper trash and for shredding. Except, almost no one seems to actually be going through their desks. I foresee my day wrangling people. ugh.
Jesse - Jan 22, 2010 4:21:43 am PST #3445 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I have to say, I appreciated our official Clean Up Day at work -- no meetings were to be scheduled, you could wear jeans, they put out cleaning supplies, etc. People really did go through and get rid of a lot of crap. I'm pretty sure it originally started as a search for a missing important document, but still.
Kat - Jan 22, 2010 4:23:42 am PST #3446 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
We have a Clean Up Day, called Pupil Free Day, between terms. Last year, I spent the whole day scrubbing my floor. This year, not so much.
billytea - Jan 22, 2010 4:29:37 am PST #3447 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
It IS Friday!
Speak for yourself. I appear to have reached Saturday, here.
I should probably go to bed.
Kat - Jan 22, 2010 4:32:20 am PST #3448 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Oh frabjuous joy! May this week end with lightness and ease and me Getting Shit Done.
Jesse - Jan 22, 2010 4:38:46 am PST #3449 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Speak for yourself. I appear to have reached Saturday, here.
Hmph. Crazy future-poster.
§ ita § - Jan 22, 2010 4:41:51 am PST #3450 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
New Guy is older--late 40s, early 50s, maybe? That sort of entitled.
My boss knows I work shorter hours on Friday to keep my total down to 40. And even then, I work more than 40. But I'm already clocking out at around 2 today, if I come in at 9.
And the headache has been kicking my ass so badly this week I just need to start out slowly. So New Guy can take his delusions and do what he will with them--I'm perfectly happy to also tell boss I'll be late.