Plastering sucks.
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.
I still don't have a smartphone (though, as close as I've been to pulling the trigger for so long, maybe this will be what pushes me over). In the meanwhile, maybe I could put Waze on a laptop and let Ichabod tell me how to walk to the store or something?
Dang, I forgot to turn on Waze for my seven-minute drive to work with two turns (three if I count turning into the parking lot). Maybe I'll run an errand after work.
I'm stuck at home waiting for a post 11am morning interview. I have groceries to do errrands to run, and I skipped breakfast (I did have second breakfast and elevenses, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day!)
It is well past 11am, how annoying of them!
I just chugged 32 oz of Gatorade. That and bananas are today's nutrition. Oh, and a pot of coffe. Hm.
Make that 64 oz.
I think tonight's swim might be sucky.
I'm avoiding work, because I had a nightmare about it last night--SO classic--dreamt that I couldn't find the place I was going, and then when I got there they were refusing to do any work for me, and then I suddenly realized I also was wearing the wrong clothes, and then I was trying to change but my shirt was like, made of balloon-type material and I was just stretching it but not making it any more appropriate...yeah, that was fun.
But at some point I have to do some work.
I just tried to alt-tab on my desktop keyboard to change apps on my phone.
Maybe I should have some lunch.
Timelies all!
Got back last night. (As it turned out, we ended up going to sleep around the time we normally do on dance practice nights.) Need to start cleaning the house for my parents' visit this weekend. Bleah.