Hil, sorry about the pain.
meara, (which my iPhone wants to autocorrect as "meats") ha! No, I wish. Mmmm...magic beer. Every Tuesday night at a local bar is Pint Night, where they have a special beer on tap, and you get to keep the glass. Between my neighbors, my student interns, my love of beer, and the fact that it's just a few blocks from my house, it's sort of a tradition. Tonight's beer (some Québécois beer, can't remember, that was a few pints ago) just happened to be $9.00, which is more expensive than usual, but it was really good! Wait...it was Unibroue Raftman? I think?
You drank a unibrow beer? Does it give you a unibrow? I hope not. :)
Jeez, me too. But if it improves my French, I'll spring for an extreme eyebrow wax!
Meep! Signed offer is in to my realtor. Now the waiting game. My first offer on a short sale.
Offer accepted~ma, omnis! How exciting!
Continued good luck, omnis!
So I am going to take a shower and be in bed by eight. SO TIRED. Out of town guests are messing with my work-eat-sleep regimen. Also, I told B about my issues with StW. Why? Because I have a big fucking mouth and can't self-edit. It's okay, because he has a sense of humor about how much of an ass he (B) is. WHATEVER. The point is, I am taking a shower and going to bed, and fuck all y'all (general y'all, non-Buffista types) with your going out and your relationships that actually exist and your ability to stay up past 8 pm.
That was supposed to be funny, but I think it missed. Oh well.
Pint night! I had a bourbon and ginger here, in honor. Okay, it was a coincidence, but that counts, right?
Good luck with the real estate omnis!
I went to Spherion today and had an initial interview. I don't think I did well. However, I will see if I'm just being pessimistic.
Then I went and got my hair cut because I haven't since before I moved and I've defaulted to wearing it in a ponytail and I've felt lazy and sloppy so this is what it looks like now:
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It's based on the stylist's cut (which was shorter in the front). I'm not sure I'm exactly sold on the cut but it's a style.
Unibroue Raftman?
Oh my god, Unibroue makes me weep bitter tears about the need-to-avoid-gluten thing. So. Fucking. Good.
ION, pancakes for dinner. Yes indeed.
