jmbauhaus
Happy Labor Day Weekend to my fellow Americans, and Happy Just Another Weekend to everybody else. Night Twitter!
| Off to ship invoices, then grocery shopping, then home to load already-packed stuff into mom's van. Then to sleep for as long as I can. |
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| Watching Daily Special and had heart palpitations at the idea of Cher playing Catwoman. Thank God that's just a rumor. |
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| Holy crap, how did 61 items pop into my GR feed while I was working? I don't have that many subscriptions. |
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| Food and Google Reader break. |
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| Utilities ordered. NOW I'm closing the internet. |
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| Also: crap - I should probably call and have utilities switched over to our name now. |
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| But first: just got a wrong number call in Spanish. Kind of surprising that's never happened before now, considering local demographics. |
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| Really only in the mood today for lounging around reading mags and watching DVDs. Stupid work. Which I'd better get to. Closing the internet |
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| @TheOtherJeff Now I'm wondering if I can sneak in a martini lunch without anyone noticing...or without that making me a lush. |
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| My head is all hurty. Guess I did a bit too much celebrating last night. And then took a benadryl after. Not too smart. |
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| Invoicing today. Blargle. |
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| Reason #846 I wish I worked from home: not having to put on a cheerful face and be sociable when I feel like poo. |
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| @calturner Hi cal! Welcome to Twitterlandia! |
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| Morning. At work and unreasonably sleepy. |
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| Aaand it's time. Off to close on our escrow and become a homeowner. After that: appliance shopping! Whee! |
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| I think I'm so used to blogs that I've forgotten how to read web sites that aren't/don't have one. That's a completely alien concept to me. |
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| Hrm. Please stop rearranging the order of my posts, Twitter. |
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| This morning: stubbed my toe, then watched an (apparently blind) armadillo come out of the bushes, sniff said toe, then run away. |
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| Glad I'm moving to the city, but I will miss the random wild animal encounters. (Same toe that got bitten by a baby fox last year, btw). |
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