Go home, sarameg!
My afternoon work project has turned into an Onerous Task. I've had to run down to the storage room in the basement three separate time now, and have to go back once more because of a stupid typo from a customer (the law was amended in 1986, not 1987, so no wonder I have the wrong volume!!).
(Well, I AM home, just working.)
I forgot to bring lunch. My stomach is getting loud. I hope we reach dinner break before it gets loud enough for the actors to hear from the stage.
OK, laptop is put away. Good call on going swimming early; Y closed at 6.
argh this document is so headache making! I wish I could just give up on it. stupid procrastination.
45 min and I took care of most of my clothes Onerous task basically done
Devi has spent most of the day curled up on the couch with me whenever Loki was off being an asshole (or asleep on a radiator.) She doesn't do that often in this house, preferring the cube by the radiator or one of the radiators. it's nice.
It makes me crazy when an app somewhere makes a new noise and I don't know what app did it. I swear, it took me so long before I realized people were trying to reach me on fb chat because of this.
Seriously? Wow.
Right? Paid 93, saved 75. I was all, you realize this means I am never going grocery shopping again, right?