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Daniel and I are going skydiving on August 26th. My main concern, I realized last night, is the pressure of being at the skydiving place having to find a skydiving outfit that fits without too much hassle, you know, that frantic moment when you think, "What if none of them fit!?!" - not the jumping out of the plane bit. Holy body image issues or what?
At any rate, anyone want to come?
This whole, having a life thing is really getting in the way of my ability to work like a well-trained, highly intelligent, possibly part android dog. Which, in order to get everything I need to do done, is how I have to be working right now.
Miraculously/intentionally, I didn't end up working from home last night, but instead rushed to get the stuff I was supposed to do last night done first thing this morning so that hopefully nobody realized I didn't do it last night. So now, I'm further behind on the things I was supposed to do first thing this morning, but I'm hoping that tomorrow will lighten up if everyone buggers off early for the long weekend. I do suspect I'll end up working all day Monday though. I realized today that there's probably just no other way around it.
I liked Cass' idea that I'm being squeezed hard to get all the excellence out of me... but it's starting to feel more like I'm having the breath squeezed out of me.
Yeesh, and now I've got to get back at it.
At any rate, anyone want to come?
This whole, having a life thing is really getting in the way of my ability to work like a well-trained, highly intelligent, possibly part android dog. Which, in order to get everything I need to do done, is how I have to be working right now.
Miraculously/intentionally, I didn't end up working from home last night, but instead rushed to get the stuff I was supposed to do last night done first thing this morning so that hopefully nobody realized I didn't do it last night. So now, I'm further behind on the things I was supposed to do first thing this morning, but I'm hoping that tomorrow will lighten up if everyone buggers off early for the long weekend. I do suspect I'll end up working all day Monday though. I realized today that there's probably just no other way around it.
I liked Cass' idea that I'm being squeezed hard to get all the excellence out of me... but it's starting to feel more like I'm having the breath squeezed out of me.
Yeesh, and now I've got to get back at it.