I am incredibly cranky about DST. It is seriously fucking up my biorhythms.
Oh G-d. my rage and fury about DST. My body clock does NOT agree with this "spring forward" nonsense.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am incredibly cranky about DST. It is seriously fucking up my biorhythms.
Oh G-d. my rage and fury about DST. My body clock does NOT agree with this "spring forward" nonsense.
As soon as I realized it, I messed up.
Yeah, there are several steps in skating I can do with no problem if they are part of a dance, but I always mess up if I try to think about them. Damn us and our brains getting all thinky and self-aware. Oh, and go you on the chord-mastery!
Yay, Allyson! That's real progress, that is!
Timelies all!
Yay Allyson! Now if I could just find my motivation to start practicing guitar again...
Yay Allyson! I love hearing about your progress with the guitar.
What a team building vacation with my first US job taught me was: be ruthless picking your team.
I'm good with that.
A huge part of our team leaves April 6th, for reasons kinda beyond his control. I am so mad I almost want to take it out on him. Seriously. HE CAN'T LEAVE. I can't do this without him.
I thought today was Tuesday! Oops. I actually almost made a decision based on that mistake. But, thankfully, I managed to escalate stuff to the lawyers, and finally got myself out of that loop.
Has anyone seen the horror movie May?
I'm sure that DST is what's messing me up today, as I turned in before 11pm last night and slept almost 9 hours. But the gronk is still with me as heavily as it was yesterday after staying up for the play Saturday night and getting home after midnight.
I take a dim view of team-building exercises in general, but my company is small enough and most people know each other well-enough we haven't had many. The one big one I recall involved everyone flying to Chicago and spending the day putting together kits for some charity's outreach to disadvantaged families, so it at least produced something useful.
Weird. I found a makeup blog run by a woman with a skin tone near to mine--score, right? Her taste in colours couldn't be further from mine. She keeps wearing all these bubble gum pinks that I swear are the nastiest thing ever on me, and she's loving them. [link] Maybe it's her camera or my monitor? She sure has a lot of that stuff.
Thanks, I'm all proud of my callouses and stuff. And I learned how to tune it without relying so heavily on the electronic tuner, which was frustrating me.
That's great, Allyson. I'm proud of you too!