there is no actual pie in this post
happy pi day! i totally forgot to look for a little pie at the store yesterday, so i could celebrate properly.
yesterday morning was "make progress on the bang and not hate it" (17k! and possibly a lot more story to tell), yesterday afternoon was "sort books in the parents' basement" (i found my copy of connie willis' the domesday book, which i thought i lost when i moved, which was exciting), and yesterday evening was "curl at an absurd hour and miss a lot of shots and still win" (i didn't get home until almost midnight >.< ). for reasons that escape me, i saved a bunch of notebooks and coursepacks from college and grad school, and because i couldn't figure out why i did that, i recycled all of them. the best thing? written in the margin of one of the notebooks: "1800 pounds of angry pot roast". hee.
it was spring yesterday. weird.
today i finally felt the busy season at work, and it was actually ok until probably about five, at which point my brain got tired. (i left at quarter to eight.) i vacillate between thinking i know exactly what i'm doing and worrying i'm going to fuck up really, really badly. so far i haven't made any irretrievable mistakes, tho. and this morning someone brought in doughnuts! and then chocolate appeared! and i get overtime for staying late! and i know the tax associates appreciate it when i do.
i was kind of disappointed we didn't get pie, tho. i could totally go for a piece. maybe a nice chocolate pecan, or an apple. possibly even a blueberry. good and good for you!
yesterday morning was "make progress on the bang and not hate it" (17k! and possibly a lot more story to tell), yesterday afternoon was "sort books in the parents' basement" (i found my copy of connie willis' the domesday book, which i thought i lost when i moved, which was exciting), and yesterday evening was "curl at an absurd hour and miss a lot of shots and still win" (i didn't get home until almost midnight >.< ). for reasons that escape me, i saved a bunch of notebooks and coursepacks from college and grad school, and because i couldn't figure out why i did that, i recycled all of them. the best thing? written in the margin of one of the notebooks: "1800 pounds of angry pot roast". hee.
it was spring yesterday. weird.
today i finally felt the busy season at work, and it was actually ok until probably about five, at which point my brain got tired. (i left at quarter to eight.) i vacillate between thinking i know exactly what i'm doing and worrying i'm going to fuck up really, really badly. so far i haven't made any irretrievable mistakes, tho. and this morning someone brought in doughnuts! and then chocolate appeared! and i get overtime for staying late! and i know the tax associates appreciate it when i do.
i was kind of disappointed we didn't get pie, tho. i could totally go for a piece. maybe a nice chocolate pecan, or an apple. possibly even a blueberry. good and good for you!