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...it figures, doesn't it, that I see an ad for the Flight of the Conchords documentary thingy tonight and what grabs my attention isn't them, it's the Frames poster in the background of one of the shots. Hee.
I feel kinda weird/guilty tonight, because, well, I left work early. For, I think, the first time ever. I got home at, like, 1620, so, okay, I left like eighty minutes early, but still. Not something I usually do. (Normally I am dumb and testosterone-y and, you know, stay and work at diminished ability while feeling sorry for myself. Maybe I'm growing up? HA!) Stupid throat is blocked up and pain-y, and I am (as I suspected when I woke up this morning and just did NOT want to move) definitely coming down with something. Typical - three day weekend coming up, and I'm going to spend most of it wishing I was in bed. Though I gotta say, the flu shot is fucking awesome and I'm getting it next year again, because yeah, I'm sick, achey and bleargh now, but. This is the first cold I've had since JANUARY. I got through all of winter without getting sick, which hasn't happened in at least ten years and possibly more like fifteen to twenty. So a big, big yay for that. Having said that, though, I am honour-bound to go to bed early tonight, so I'm pretty much here til, like, ten. If I make it that long. But I need to be able to work tomorrow because otherwise a) uncomfortableness (I feel like I'm skiving now, put it that way) and b) so doomed, because we have some major deadlines to meet in the next fortnight or so.
Hee, they just said "shag tobacco" on the tv. Automatic Gavin thoughts!
And I am way confused. Kat, did we watch the Sherlock Holmes CSI at your place? Because I've so seen this before but i dunno when/where.
I feel kinda weird/guilty tonight, because, well, I left work early. For, I think, the first time ever. I got home at, like, 1620, so, okay, I left like eighty minutes early, but still. Not something I usually do. (Normally I am dumb and testosterone-y and, you know, stay and work at diminished ability while feeling sorry for myself. Maybe I'm growing up? HA!) Stupid throat is blocked up and pain-y, and I am (as I suspected when I woke up this morning and just did NOT want to move) definitely coming down with something. Typical - three day weekend coming up, and I'm going to spend most of it wishing I was in bed. Though I gotta say, the flu shot is fucking awesome and I'm getting it next year again, because yeah, I'm sick, achey and bleargh now, but. This is the first cold I've had since JANUARY. I got through all of winter without getting sick, which hasn't happened in at least ten years and possibly more like fifteen to twenty. So a big, big yay for that. Having said that, though, I am honour-bound to go to bed early tonight, so I'm pretty much here til, like, ten. If I make it that long. But I need to be able to work tomorrow because otherwise a) uncomfortableness (I feel like I'm skiving now, put it that way) and b) so doomed, because we have some major deadlines to meet in the next fortnight or so.
Hee, they just said "shag tobacco" on the tv. Automatic Gavin thoughts!
And I am way confused. Kat, did we watch the Sherlock Holmes CSI at your place? Because I've so seen this before but i dunno when/where.