*rambles*
Boooo, taxes. They're like little punishments for enjoying being independent!
Such a long and eventful day, s'ridiculous. I have shmoozed with judges and law school deans and Q.C. lawyers! Some of whom remembered me from court! (Ooh!) One of whom told me I have a "spirit of adventure" for moving down here without any ties to the city, which I kind of adored. One of whom... gave me his business card for the purposes of hooking me up with his son, what?? BUT NONETHELESS! Nonetheless! I'm just impressed that I can apparently do the 'networking' thing now without feeling sick to my stomach and wanting to die. Improvement!
(Literally paused here to run to the door... One of the condos downstairs is flooding and the owner is running around trying to figure out where the water is coming from. O_O Weirdest day ever.)
And now I shall relate a little tale that explains a) the general goings-on in my head and b) why I am Not Very Good at day to day life.
Scene: Megan is drying her hair, in suit pants and pyjama shirt, idly prodding her belly, contemplating apiphile's advice (literary! literary advice!) on efficient stabbing techniques.
*SUDDENLY STOPS EVERYTHING*
Did I... Did I misplace a character in last year's NaNo?!
*stares at mirror in bafflement*
No, seriously. The evil brain surgeon. Where did he go?
*WRACKS BRAIN, has abandoned hair drying efforts entirely*
Okay, retrace your steps. He was there... then he was there... then the book ended! What the hell! Did he slip out a side door or something?!
*wanders around the house, THINKS AND THINKS AND THINKS*
WAIT! Waaaaait! There was that one bit at the very end where they heard on the news that his body had been found! Aw yeah! I knew I couldn't have just dropped him like that! I... am going to be late for work, aren't I?
AND THAT IS WHY I TEND TO FAIL.
Such a long and eventful day, s'ridiculous. I have shmoozed with judges and law school deans and Q.C. lawyers! Some of whom remembered me from court! (Ooh!) One of whom told me I have a "spirit of adventure" for moving down here without any ties to the city, which I kind of adored. One of whom... gave me his business card for the purposes of hooking me up with his son, what?? BUT NONETHELESS! Nonetheless! I'm just impressed that I can apparently do the 'networking' thing now without feeling sick to my stomach and wanting to die. Improvement!
(Literally paused here to run to the door... One of the condos downstairs is flooding and the owner is running around trying to figure out where the water is coming from. O_O Weirdest day ever.)
And now I shall relate a little tale that explains a) the general goings-on in my head and b) why I am Not Very Good at day to day life.
Scene: Megan is drying her hair, in suit pants and pyjama shirt, idly prodding her belly, contemplating apiphile's advice (literary! literary advice!) on efficient stabbing techniques.
*SUDDENLY STOPS EVERYTHING*
Did I... Did I misplace a character in last year's NaNo?!
*stares at mirror in bafflement*
No, seriously. The evil brain surgeon. Where did he go?
*WRACKS BRAIN, has abandoned hair drying efforts entirely*
Okay, retrace your steps. He was there... then he was there... then the book ended! What the hell! Did he slip out a side door or something?!
*wanders around the house, THINKS AND THINKS AND THINKS*
WAIT! Waaaaait! There was that one bit at the very end where they heard on the news that his body had been found! Aw yeah! I knew I couldn't have just dropped him like that! I... am going to be late for work, aren't I?
AND THAT IS WHY I TEND TO FAIL.