If I had a pushup bra I could control from my phone or my iPod, I would totally move my breasts during conversations. I'm really good at poke facing. And there's a chunk (Gondola Committee gondola-voted on the Gondola Rules, M!) that's not.
I feel kind of bad that I remember Colin telling me I've met Jerry Minor better than I remember meeting him. I...think he was nice? He wasn't not nice, and he wasn't not funny, because I don't hate him or think he's a waste of stage (I do that a lot), but what the fuck is wrong with my brain that I forget people so easily--I swear, most of Montreal is remembered for me-D in Vancouver has custody of the first 3 years, and Colin and sister share the second 3. Large chunks of New Orleans are missing, and New Orleans wasn't a large enough chunk for that to be excusable.
Too much work this morning. I hope I forget that.
I bought the wrong pens yesterday. Sunday night I missed my bedtime because I insisted on sorting *all* the pens in the living room--I missed bedtime by at least half an hour. That's how I knew I needed more. But apparently not the right ones...HELP ME I'M DROWNING IN PENS.
Art is killing me right now. I need structure and a place and I have neither. I don't know what I'm doing.
So...anyone want to take bets on when I get the Easter music out of my head?
There's Easter music? Or do you mean "Jesus Christ is Risen Today"?
I mean the songs we sang for the Easter service (which did include that one, of course).
I get four weeks PTO, with three weeks' worth rolling over at year's end (I almost always end up losing at least a couple days' worth of leave). The problem isn't not getting enough, it's how difficult it is to actually take time off without a vacation-seeking urgent deadline zeroing in on me.
Thanks for the well wishes, everybody!
My email is not working properly. Not a good time for it to act up, btw. But on the upside at least it deigned to send the large group email I needed to send out to 36 people last night. It's all the individual responses to attendee questions that it keeps dropping. Oy!
If I had a pushup bra I could control from my phone or my iPod, I would totally move my breasts during conversations.
It's a crying shame that you don't have one. Comedy gold right there.
And Lee totally wins at personal days. I'm jealous!
Now, thinking about the topic, I have "Up From The Grave He Arose" in my head, and we didn't even do that one! So at least it's different.
I love Easter hymns.
So my manager had an "Our Location" meeting with no call-in or web conference information. I called her, emailed her, texted her, nothing. Am I not supposed to feel twitchy right now?
And I'm watching Lost Girl flip a massive fuck you to Jamaican mythology. I should have finished that SPN fic I started a year ago. Apparently it's the only fair shake we're going to get.
