Sigh...
Well, today's felt rather... FUBAR'd.
Cold = no skating
Corrupted files = panic attack & missed deadline
Hoping IT can recover corrupted files = no idea 'cause they haven't acknowledged me yet.
Record number of horking sounds coming from the men's washroom on the OTHER SIDE OF THE FLOOR I'M ON (yet I can still hear it perfectly) = general goodgeyness
This isn't something I usually say, but I think I want to go shopping. And then I just want to curl up in bed and ignore the rest of the world. That should make it all better.
Cold = no skating
Corrupted files = panic attack & missed deadline
Hoping IT can recover corrupted files = no idea 'cause they haven't acknowledged me yet.
Record number of horking sounds coming from the men's washroom on the OTHER SIDE OF THE FLOOR I'M ON (yet I can still hear it perfectly) = general goodgeyness
This isn't something I usually say, but I think I want to go shopping. And then I just want to curl up in bed and ignore the rest of the world. That should make it all better.