Sue - very cool!!
I'm at the dentist and realized I forgot to bring any anxiety meds. Not smart, Suzi Not smart.
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Sue - very cool!!
I'm at the dentist and realized I forgot to bring any anxiety meds. Not smart, Suzi Not smart.
So pretty, Sail! And with the gift card, such a deal!
Calm and tooth~ma, Suzi.
Hahhahaha, caught the IT guys as they were coming in, before they even got to their desks. Actually, the one guy just happened to be walking past us while we were bemoaning how long booting up was taking and jumped into action. Meanwhile, nearly an hour of no computer has led mto my desk being cleaner than it's been in I don't know how long. Not quite long enough for me to start rooting through the old files in the drawers, though.
Dear support person, When you tell me you'll have a thing for me by Monday and it's Wednesday and I still don't have it, I'd like at least an explanation, so I can tell my boss why the thing that's already a year and a half behind schedule* is gonna be late two more days.
*Oh, yeah, NOW everyone's freaking out about it.
Oof, woke up to the dog having created a literal shitstorm in the living room. She seems ok now, at least but my plan to have lunch with a friend and see Mad Max again have been replaced with a plan to figure out steam cleaning the furniture.
Why did I write cryptic notes like "passport " and "last day for sushi" in my paper desk calendar in April?
Planning a trip? Planning a diet? Past you is so mysterious.
In other news, why does everyone suddenly need me to answer their incredibly complicated and multi-part questions?! Ask me something easy! ASK ME IF I HATE YOU AND ALL OF YOUR WORKS.
Oh no, lisah!
And they can't just replace the crown. The way it broke gives them nothing to work with so it has to come out. Fuck, fuck, fuck. An implant isn't recommended unfortunately. So I am getting set up for a bridge. Fuckity, fuck, fuck.
Oh jeez.
I'm getting two implants tomorrow.
I'm frightened of losing teeth. Hasn't happened (yet). Brush, floss, pray to the tooth gods.
Why did I write cryptic notes like "passport " and "last day for sushi" in my paper desk calendar in April? What do you mean, past me?
I love cryptic notes like that. You can make up much more interesting stories about them that way.
I have to write job descriptions for my job and my previous job. Don't wanna.
Damn, Buffistas! We gotta protect the teeth!