So yesterday New Chick wasn't at work, so I had to be the entire AP department all by my own little self.

This was not a particular problem, but I had to run about ten checks, and it took absolutely ages! It was exhausting--I was ready for a nap by the end of it.

Have I mentioned before how much I hate the new AP system?

When I got home I decided to listen to my new Les Miz CD.

And for me, "listen" means "sing along". Now, I am entirely aware that Cynthia and Fran hear me quite clearly when I am yelling back at the TV (yes, I am well along the road to batty-old-maid-dom), but did that make me sing quietly?

Heaven forfend!

There are parts of Les Miz that one simply cannot sing quietly:
Do you hear the people sing
Singing the songs of angry men
it is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
so I did not even try.

I think I was probably a source of some amusement last night...

Red--the blood of angry men!
Black--the dark of ages past!
Red--a world about to dawn!
Black--the night that ends at last!

Then I stormed the barricades. It was a full evening!

There was a truly great line in Sliding Doors the other day.

Jeanne Tripplehorn, who plays the bitch that Gwyneth Paltrow's louse of a boyfriend (not the fabulous Scots guy) is fucking, says:

"I am a woman! We don't say what we want! But we reserve the right to be pissed off when we don't get it. That's what makes us so fascinating! And not a little bit scary."

And this reminded me of when I went to see The Spanish Prisoner with Chris and he bought a small popcorn and I didn't buy anything and he said "Aren't you getting anything?" and I said no, and when we sat down I started eating his popcorn.

He said "O, so that's what you're going to do!"
"Yep."
"I should have gotten a large."
"No, you should have gotten a medium."
"You should have told me!"
"I should have."

Gotta tell ya, a two week old baby sneezing about the cutest thing that I've ever seen in my life.

And I know she's a month old, but she was sneezing two weeks ago and I never put it in here. So sue me!

One year ago today:
Sounds like hell on toast to me...

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