grah... death... maiming....

Don't you love it when what should take 3 hours turns into 8...
I was going to write something interesting (yeah sure..) but now I'm far to pissed. I'm even using correct capitalization.

so i was bitching about life swiftly becoming more and more boring, and lo, i return to my desk this morning, and there's a voicemail from Dick Grant (director of the Pacific Mozart Ensemble). He just says "Call me." I call him, and he says "Are you available in November?" ... uh, yes. "Okay, do you want to go to Germany and sing with Kent ( Read more... )

to stop saying I should call her, and just call her.
to get new tires.
to get ugly shoes for the opera.
to go to rasputin more often.
to get a cat.

That should keep me busy for the week.

is successfully hosed. Slept from 4 to 11 yesterday evening. Watched Rashomon (finally), and got back to sleep around 5am. I'm pleased by the SC decision on UM.. It's nice to see that sanity hasn't totally vanished from our government. And I also enjoyed hearing Kucinich's statements on CSPAN. In fact, the whole field of Democrats (ignoring ( Read more... )

...with nothing to put in it? Bad pizza for company lunch today. Just once I wish we could have something other than Thai-or-pizza. I've suggested Cancun, BBQ, any number of catering places, most of which would be cheaper than the thai place. ah well. So until we start the move to the colo, it's nethack days and alley nights. Could be worse.

why... why why why...

one free night. one day i can call in sick and spend all day wrestling with two random girls with remarkably lithe bodies and impeccable rhythm. Shouldn't these things just happen? Is it asking too much?

by this point on a tuesday. I have failed.

grah... Aida is crammed into my skull. I feel like I should enjoy opera more than I actually do. Ah well. Singing for a paycheck and a favor... Beats working.

oryp

95%

lilamp

81%

Not surprising... As they ask the same fucking question every damn time. I'm Karen reincarnated anyway...

gah... ColdPlay's dulcet, obnoxious tones flooding me from the next cube over... Who listens to this crap? Anyway. This travesty is all Karen's fault. If you are dissatisfied with it, blame her.