9 July
Well, I had fun yesterday!
Backtracking a bit, Amanda is visiting her sweetie somewhere in the wilds of Pennsylvania and she rang me at work last week and we talked for about an hour before I had to hang up and actually work, and afterwards I thought it would be fun if we spoke again and conferenced in Melody!
So I e-mailed them both in trepidation, thinking that they perhaps would not be interested, and in fact, it took Amanda days and days to answer me, so I thought that she was trying to figure out a way to let me down easy, but as it turns out she's staying at a computer-less place (odd though that may be to imagine!) so she's a trifle pokey about answering her e-mail.
Anyway, we did that today, and it was lots of fun. We trashed half of Open Pages, and praised the other half (my lips are sealed!) and chattered and gabbed and did all of the other synonyms for talk, for four and a half hours.
Ahem.
FOUR AND A HALF HOURS!!!
After about an hour and a half or so I started to work at the same time, and a damn good thing, too, as my boss kept wandering in and out, but she spends alot of time on personal calls herself, so it was cool.
When I got off at 8p I announced to the (very few) people left in the room that I had been on the phone for four and a half hours, and Dave asked how on earth I managed without anyone noticing!
I guess people thought I was on different calls all in a row, rather than one mother-long call.
So Monday I got up before the alarm and was really chuffed that it looked like I would get into work before 11a for once, and I dropped by McDonald's (I know you're all shocked at that revelation), and there was one woman ahead of me in line and she said "Ummmm...let's see...what should I have? What do you like? Would my kids like that? No, I think I'll have...." until I was cross-eyed.
The people that know me and would have cut me ahead of this indecisive bitch were either on break or not there, so I ended up sitting down, my spinning head in my hands, as vague snatches of conversation floated in one ear and out the other ("Well, I like root-beer" "Maybe I'll have lemonade. How's the lemonade?").
The whole horror took about ten minutes. I practically slit my wrists.
The other night I was sitting in front of the computer, smoking a cigarette, and I sort of smelled this burny smell that didn't really smell like a cigarette, but I didn't really pay much attention, and then I saw a spark on my lap and started flapping frantically.
My skirt wasn't entirely on fire, but there are two big holes in it now.
Guess I won't be wearing it to work anytime soon.
Why are all these articles and TV shows being all shocked that Tommy Lee Jones is funny? He's always been funny! Have they never watched The Fugitive, facryinoutloud?
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