Have to go to sleep. Have to stop thinking. I'm in that stupid phase I get when I'm over tired, and I have to go to sleep because I've got to go into work early tomorrow morning, but I can't sleep because my stupid brain wont let me sleep. Stupid stupid brain.

Yup, it's hailing. There are very few times I wish I could legally drive, but when it's hailing and I have to get to the grocery store tops the list ( Read more... )

It is raining in Calgary and I am seriously considering faking my own death so I can go play in it instead of going to work. Or perhaps kidnapping is the better choice ( Read more... )

When disappointed that your super cool plans with your family fell through do you...

a) Grin, bear it, and get some house work done in your suddenly free evening

b) Sulk

c) Realize that you're going to spend the evening flipping through your style guide trying to figure out how to properly punctuate this post

Reasons to watch TrueBlood: Dirt is dirty, blood is bloody, and when you've lived long enough your furniture will not match.

This morning I looked at the board where we list our to do jobs, noticed that there wasn't much on there, and jokingly told my manager that if he wanted to let me go home early that would be fine with me. And he did! I spent the afternoon at the mall trying to find shorts and watching Angels and Demons ( Read more... )

This was going to be a post about spoilers, and how I both love and loath them.

Instead it's a post about how I played frisbee in the rain with six fantastic beautiful people who ignored the fact that I can't hold my liquor (it's my excuse and I'm sticking to it).

Life is beautiful.

Yesterday morning I discovered that I only had one pair of shorts in the house, and that those one pair of shorts were my swimsuit. As a result I've been walking around in my swimsuit all weekend wishing I had time to go to the pool. I don't.

However this has given me plans for next Saturday!!

ETA: Also, I make fantastic compost

I'm being serenaded by 5 teenage boys. They're in perfect harmony with Dr. Horrible.

Still recovering from the Stargate convention. Just deleted four pages of spam. The only good thing about going into work on a Saturday is I get to wear jeans.