Bah, I now feel icky after giving blood. But I suspect it has more to do with eating too many of the cookies afterward.
I want to go home but I really have to finish revising this scope of work. Arrrgh.
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.
Bah, I now feel icky after giving blood. But I suspect it has more to do with eating too many of the cookies afterward.
I want to go home but I really have to finish revising this scope of work. Arrrgh.
So far today, I have alerted a woman to a dropped flash drive, a man to a dropped quarter, and a woman to the fact that her cell phone had slid under her chair.
Anyone else missing anything?
(Jesus Christ, phone woman just dropped her iPad again! Treat that thing with respect, lady!)
(Jesus Christ, phone woman just dropped her iPad again! Treat that thing with respect, lady!)
She needs to get that there thing iPadded, she does.
Bah, I now feel icky after giving blood.
Yeah, I always feel a little bleh after. Which means that giving at work seems like a great idea, but generally isn't, for me.
I am reduced to sitting by my gate and watching "Let's Have a Kiki" on YouTube.
The crowns were the top, filling was the bottom on the same side, so yeah, I totally had the floppy-can't-close-mouth thing. It was mostly gone in the pool, but not enough so that I ended up with more water in the mouth than I usually manage. It felt freaking weird.
It took 3 rounds to numb up the top and another round before attaching the crowns- I notoriously don't take to numbing easily or for long.
Banana milkshake for dinner.
I had something else, but it's gone...
Oh god, I'm such a snob: I just saw a KMart ad that said "buy three American Greetings cards and get this Russell Stover chocolate for free," and my immediate thought was, "who would buy either of those things?????" Um, millions of regular people, is who.
A friend of mine just posted on facebook that their sixth child was just born. The mother is a few years younger than me. I can't even imagine having that many kids.
Russell Stover chocolate
I love a good Whitman Sampler, myself.
Although now I want a banana milkshake.
I totally buy Russell Stover chocolate! This is why I am grossed out by my own snobbery -- it's not even real.