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Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
On the bright side, the city looks a little cleaner (for a little while). The sidewalk canyons are still lined with yellow though.
Oh, my god, airline. You call back at the exact moment I'm in the bathroom?! Now I'm back in the goddamn queue again.
Oh man, shrift, that sucks. I think that would have been one of the very few OK times to be on the phone in the bathroom. Eesh.
I really don't want to work. Or do the non-work onerous tasks I need to do. Ugh.
Okay, the callback came a lot faster when I re-entered the queue. I'm now booked on the same direct flight departing tomorrow evening.
Well, I have paid my bills for the second half of the month, and, as usual, now I am super angry. At nothing in particular, just filled with rage. To my credit, I do pay my bills and in a timely fashion, but it would be nice if I could figure out how to do it so that it didn't piss me the fuck off.
Oh, right, I wanted to check on a work thing. Better do that before I completely forget.
Liese - that is totally cool.
I just got an email from a high school classmate updating contact information in preparation for our 35th high school reunion next year.
How is that possible????
Not possible. Unless...something timey-wimey.
God, seriously, my 25th is this year. I have zero plans to go (Tim asked me, "But don't you want to show off your man candy???"), but it's still disconcerting that it's been 25 years.
My 20th is this year, and I'm weirdly ambivalent about it.