Murderers who can't be distracted by femme fatales or James Bond-wannabes.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
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.
So. I'm going through a work reorg, my desk is moving (unrelated to the reorg, so I'll have to move it again), and I've been on the cusp of cancelling or delaying my work trip to Ireland, although it looks like I'm going. All on top of my already Very High level of work stress and the country being a dumpster fire.
I almost forgot to print my itinerary so I could fill out the customs card on the plane, so I'm concerned I'm going to flake out and totally forget something important at home, like my eyeglasses or my passport. Although now that I think about it, I'll be wearing my eyeglasses on the plane, so I'm pretty sure I won't forget those.
Glasses, passport, medication, work computer, badge. Other than that, Dublin has stores. And I bet it has shortbread. I'm dreaming of British shortbread.
Yay for nice complete strangers!
News blackout would have been a good plan, and yet.
I did go and see Peppermint with my sister and friend tonight. We were visualizing Graham, McConnell, Grassley, and a few dozen others as getting their asses kicked by Jennifer Gardner. It maybe served as some stress relief.
Other than that, Dublin has stores.
True. And I already unearthed the correct plug adapters from the pile o' plug adapters, so I'll probably be fine. I'm working from home tomorrow, so I'll just do laundry tonight and go to bed early.
Asexual murderers.
Killers whose weapon of choice is Nitro-9.
OK, how about an asexual WWI pilot who is also kickass reporter is embroiled in a murder and must investigate to clear his (I suppose her would be a stretch for WWI) name.
Don't pack at all, buy everything there, expense it all, shrift. It's a foolproof plan.
Disclaimer: I have been seized by a strong urge to read Nietzsche, my views are suspect. I may very well just want to hug a horse and cry.
I am mostly having a great time with my friends—came over after my work meetings yesterday and they made dinner and their house is amazing and today I worked from their living room and one of them made me oatmeal with fruit and nuts cooked into it for breakfast and I had lasagna for lunch and they made clams and chorizo and linguine for dinner...they're so fancy! And then we went dancing and they had a good time (they're dancing friends but hadn't been to the thing we went to, before, and I had).
The bad is that I seem to have a uti which is uncomfortable. But I was able to have a video phone call doctor appointment (though it was $40!) and get a prescription and go to the drug store. So I'm hoping I'll feel better tomorrow. I also got the other meds that help but they didn't feel as miraculous this time so I don't know what's going on. But I hate feeling sick when not at home.
Hope you feel better ASAP and have more fun, meara!
Man, I slept like shit. So I'm at work early with extra coffee and am hoping for the best. Luckily, it's a short day because our new president's inauguration is this afternoon, so I just have to sit for that. After that? Party!! zzzzzzz
OK, how about an asexual WWI pilot who is also kickass reporter is embroiled in a murder and must investigate to clear his (I suppose her would be a stretch for WWI) name.
I'm here for that.