OK. Mammogram done (ow ow ow). Now we're in the part where I just pray the phone doesn't ring to ask me to come back.
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
~ma, Susan.
Warm enough for snow melt, not warm enough for me to want to leave the house. Ugh.
I am still trying to convince myself that I can overcome my don't wanna.
I have compromised and am working from home today because it's too cold. I'm not sure how much actual work I'll get done today, but maybe more coffee will help.
I have compromised and am working from home today because it's too cold. I'm not sure how much actual work I'll get done today, but maybe more coffee will help.
I was tempted to call in sick today because I am so tired. But I ended up sleeping late and driving to work. But now I find I cannot brain, despite two cups of tea.
I was vaguely thinking that I wanted cherry danish this morning (actually a cherry cheese danish but I'm not sure that even exists as a thing outside my head) and then my boss randomly brought in assorted pastries. Everything is coming up -t!
But on the bright side, Hec just sent me the complete recordings of Josie and the Pussycats. So the day is looking up.
My day is not, as I keep getting emails that make me want to punch people in the face.
Quiet phone~ma, Susan.
I've pretty much wrapped up my presentation for the interview I have in NW Michigan on Wednesday. At some point today I want to get a walk in and make some soup. And then the packing.
Poor, poor Cumberbatch: his acting talent was unequal to the task of putting a believable smile on his face when Redmayne's name was called.
Being English got them both Oscar Points, but disabled is going to beat out gay.
My don't wanna for the day mostly revolves around grading. I am completely spent, the weekend drained me. Too bad, so sad, as the voice in my head keeps telling me.