I am sleepy and cranky and having annoying conversations, and I can't tell if they are just annoying because I'm cranky. Feh.
Tracy ,'The Message'
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.
That is a cat on a pig.
I have a head ache.
I don't want to type anymore.
I am Jesse.
Shit I did not say: To Mac's therapist regarding getting evaluation appts "Yes, I know this will take a long time, stop telling me to be patient. I do not fucking feel like being patient!"
I am getting sicker as the day goes on. This does not bode well for my week.
I just gave my (former) minion a barely-cryptic pep talk, so that made me feel a little better.
I bailed and came home to work.
Now I've moved on to thinking about drinking. Would rum be good in Lemon Zinger tea? I feel like it should be.
I wish I could just gather y'all up and spend the afternoon slounging in front of a massive fireplace, drinking rum-infused Lemon Zinger tea.
My ex-dissertation advisor, who is 60, told me that not only did the department have older women who typed your dissertation for you when he did his, they also fixed your grammar and spelling and stuff so you didn't have to worry about those things. I think he got his PhD in 1975.
This explains SO MANY of the articles we receive. My assumption was that they were entitled jackholes who think of editorial staff as the secretarial pool. Apparently I am not wrong.
My mom wouldn't let me take typing in high school (I believe the phrase "over my dead body" was uttered), due to some amorphous feminist principles. This has led, over the years, to my developing rapid 2-finger typing.
ION, I am in a pissy mood about everything today. For no real reason. I'm just tired of hearing everyone's effusive praise/affirmative remarks/exclamations about Every. Goddamn. Thing. Someone. Says! (In the office.)