Chicago I am in you. A quick three day trip to put out fires. And try to bring some. Healthy dynamic to the office through my secret HR powers. I am free for dinner tomorrow night, if anyone wants to grab a bite,, like wonderful Aurelia--I think you work right around the office at Washington and Wells. Before my ambien kicks in,I am ending this charming missive,
'Time Bomb'
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.
Gatorade tastes like ass. Hooray!
Glad to hear it, sarameg!
I'm picking up on some subtle clues that imply that Scrappy is in Chicago.
My CSA delivery isn't here yet, woe. I hope it shows up while I'm at work and isn't just not coming this week - the website still says today is my delivery day. Not that I'm running out of food, but I was looking forward to those apples and whatnot.
Wish I were in Chicago to see Scrappy!
BTW, did you guys know that the adult domesticated silk moth has no mouth???
So freaky.
Ply Magazine's current issue is all about silk and has a giant picture of an adult silk moth on the back cover (and a cocoon on the front). And lots of weird silk moth facts in between.
BTW, did you guys know that the adult domesticated silk moth has no mouth???
Some years back there was a suburban development in northern Canberra that was being held up on environmental concerns. My nother was watching a news report with my younger brother:
News: "The proposed development site is the home of two indigenous species, the earless dragon and the mouthless moth."
M: "I don't know why they're concerned about them, can't they see they're mutants?"
Wow, I certainly like commas when I'm all ambiened up, don 't I?
Commas are very relaxing!
Earless dragons and mouthless moths in the same place? Sitcom! Or they fight crime.
How do they eat? Do wild silk moths have mouths? I'm so curious and my job is not all about researching moths, dammit.
It's nice to see other people type on Amibien...Ambienishly.
Polgara, I'm sorry for you loss, and despite not reading what you deleted, my heart goes out even more to you for its complexity.
My brain is fucking with me so hard that I can't face going to work--the one where one of my "interesting" relatives when full Miley (while dating the Biebs) was bad enough, but last night I woke up in sheets of tears because I let a great-grandson get hit by a car and lose an arm.
I don't understand how to start the day after all that. I'm not hungry, I'm just disgusted and feel sorry for myself for no reason because even though nothing happened, everything was felt.
Even the Maytag man isn' cheering me up. I can't be sick again. Maybe I can work from home on an off day.