I can go home now, right?
Why do Fridays in Summer always seem so long. Especially rainy Fridays when there really isn't anyone in the office. I've been ready to go since ten a.m. and I've still got at least another half-hour here.
Tonight the plan is to watch Brad Pitt kill Nazis. Why? Why not. It's Brad Pitt. Killing Nazis. With a hillbilly accent. Every time I see the preview, I get giddy. Then tomorrow may or may not be the dome party depending on weather (though I call for a pre-party dinner no matter what).
And of course, both those activities will be followed by crazy chat time. Cause you know it's just not a proper weekend until you've sat up til 4:30 in the morning arguing bits of canon, digging out books for references, and having cracky in chat meta times. :P (LURVE YOU ALL).
Though right now, I just wanna go home. Or rather, to the mall. As long as I'm out of this office, I'll be fine.
See, Cede! I can do this. Pfft!
Tonight the plan is to watch Brad Pitt kill Nazis. Why? Why not. It's Brad Pitt. Killing Nazis. With a hillbilly accent. Every time I see the preview, I get giddy. Then tomorrow may or may not be the dome party depending on weather (though I call for a pre-party dinner no matter what).
And of course, both those activities will be followed by crazy chat time. Cause you know it's just not a proper weekend until you've sat up til 4:30 in the morning arguing bits of canon, digging out books for references, and having cracky in chat meta times. :P (LURVE YOU ALL).
Though right now, I just wanna go home. Or rather, to the mall. As long as I'm out of this office, I'll be fine.
See, Cede! I can do this. Pfft!