OMG, we've had the same meeting four times today. Everything keeps going pear-shaped at the last minute, and then un-pear-shaped and then pear-shaped.
But now we're at un. So hopefully the guy who's been here since 6 can go home soon. And the other guy who only slept in 2 hour increments last night can go home soon too.
After the five o'clock meeting, that is.
I had Chipotle again. I forget why.
MMMMMMmmmmmm All this food sounds good. I am having Italian bread, Virginia Baked Ham and cucumbers. I have "discovered" in all my 50's cookbooks that they often buttered bread instead of putting mayonaise on sandwiches, and I have to say it is pretty yummy.
And I FOUND MY PHONE!!!!!!
Gud.
Bastard.
But as long as he doesn't make me watch
Avatar,
I think I can forgive him.
I remember having to tell my grandmother not to butter my bread for tuna sandwiches! And other sandwiches, I'm sure, but I feel like she mostly made me tunafish.
Sox! I need the recipe for that soup. Pretty please?
Sox! I need the recipe for that soup. Pretty please?
What the gothy lady said.
This may be the dumbest thing I've ever done.* I've been sitting on the couch all day working on my laptop. My arm started feeling like it was sunburned, and I realized - far too late - that the sun's been coming through a crack in the blinds and probably lay across my arm, propped up on the pillows, long enough to burn me. And I didn't even notice, because my back's to the window.
`*No, it isn't.
I want chips and guac and queso now. Wasabi scares me, though.
Whatever they just did on the Transformers movie set, it was LOUD. Dang. And having a helicopter so close to my building is freaky.