Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Thanks for the birthday happies, even if I wasn't online to see them!
It's still blizzarding up Somerville way, and Harvard isn't closed, so I'm off to a more-exciting-than-usual walk to work. I shouldn't sneer at the chance to make some money, really, plus feel all smug about my Braving The Storm.
It's much easier to be Smug when you are dressed correctly for the weather.
Tom, how did you even FIND a working subway??
The subway is an open trench by you, but it's all underground where I am. Plus it's only three stops to work.
I am so glad to have the day off! I'm pretty sure two of us were going to be in in my department, anyway. But of course, since I didn't do shit yesterday, that means I need to Do Things today.
Anyone have home-remedy thoughts for teeth grinding? My hygenist the other day said she saw wear, but couldn't tell if it was new or not, so I should pay attention in the mornings. Verdict: Hell yes, I grind. As I said to her, if there's a way to internalize stress, I haz it.
Blizzard shut down my offices in NJ. I'm here in my home office in VA. They probably expect me to work, don't they?
We've had a couple of inches of snow so far, followed by a lot of rain. It's slush city! There's not much wind yet.
I love the internet. I just learned on Facebook that my local Lord & Taylor will be opening at noon. I already called the supermarket next door, and they are open, but that means no rush to get out, since I want to hit both. Good times.
I want a snow day! Okay, not really, but a day of not going to work would be nice.
I start my new job today. yay, but I'd love to have a week off
Ah, slept in, in my own bed, till about 9. SO NICE.
There's no snow here, for which I am grateful. Today will be putting away All The Xmas Things, and going to the grocery store and Target. I'm having a NYE party, and the house is pretty trashed at this point.
And I need to schedule a haircut this week, for me and for D.
Fan-fucking-tastic. Woke up, threw up. I have whatever virus Owen got Christmas Eve.
Monday Fail!