SUCK IT SUCKERS! I'M OUTTA HERE!
Yeah, no.
I'm feeling tired and teary instead.
Me too! I know the one contributes to the other.
'Sleeper'
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.
SUCK IT SUCKERS! I'M OUTTA HERE!
Yeah, no.
I'm feeling tired and teary instead.
Me too! I know the one contributes to the other.
I'd better actually think about what to say!
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
I hope ita is well.
One of my new coworkers had boundary issues. Every time I talk or laugh in my cubicle, she asks me what I am saying or what is so funny. Sometimes I am laughing at all y'all. Sometimes it's a bitter, hollow laugh. Or if I am talking to someone else, she wanders over to find out what's up. Not every conversation has to be a group conversation.
Also, she doesn't seem to get the work/not work boundaries. I am friends with people outside work, but it's not always discussed and dissected at work. And she doesn't seem to see the line. It's starting to grate.
It's starting to grate.
I vote that you move to The Netherlands.
I am here to report that shirred eggs (thank you again, Burrell) over Turkey Hash is pretty fucking yummy.
Trudy, you were in my dream last night. I was need a place to live in NYC and prices were CRAZY and then I thought that mac and I would take 2 rooms in your apartment (not even sure if there are 2 extra rooms in your apartment), but that was the plan in my dream. I was handwaving all the animals and people having enough space.
Ha! I actually DO have two bedrooms besides my own. And I'm sure all the pets would get along just fine.
Timelies all!
Heard a loud crash as I was getting out of the shower and saw Nova come tearing into the bedroom. Turns out someone knocked over one of the floor lamps in the computer room.(and broke the bulb) I don't even know....
Spent 90 minutes pulling weeds and pruning in the yard. Between that and the 4.5 mile run this morning (and yesterday's 20-mile bike ride), I'm wiped out. Can I just stop doing things for the rest of the day?
I dreamt last night that someone, who I think was a Buffista, threw a knife in my direction and hit me in the shoulder blade. Yes, one of you literally stabbed me in the back.
I hear all y'all on the post-vacation stress. Not only is there too much work to do after taking last week off, and coming back from vacation means my house is a mess, but I'm freaking out realizing I only have two more weekends until I leave for Christmas. Which means two weekends to figure out what I'm buying and get it. Ack???