My office is doing surprise cookies this month. Everyday, new cookies, mostly homemade. So far we've had ginger snaps, shortbread thumbprint cookies, and rice crispy bars. My day for bringing them in is next Tuesday, and I'm making pecan-cranberry bars. It's not great for my waistline, but it's not like I was gonna be slender before cookie month.

PC got me into Hamilton via Twitter. So good!

I'm sorry about people's work, health, and family concerns. It's especially hard when the surrounding culture is all, be Merry, damnit!

And eventually I'll remember the Advent whiskey calendar before Advent happens, because every year I'm like, how nifty is that?

Watch what happens when policies screw employees: wake up at Ohno o'clock. Say fuck this. Go back to bed deliberately intending to burn a few hrs of soon-to-be-gone sick leave. Still dawdling.

You look unwell from here, sarameg. I think you should stay home to be cautious.

I actually want some face to face time with a couple people who are crucial to getting away from this suckfest, otherwise I'd bag today. Well, and I started a project that a coworker then accidentally snarled up and I'd like to make sure that is fixed. I'm willing to fuck with my employer for fucking with me, not my job.

There you go being all responsible and adult and stuff.

The New-Age Bullshit Generator is incredible:

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Reality has always been electrified with warriors whose hearts are baptized in grace.

I should just use it to answer all my e-mails.

Dawdle like the wind, sarameg1

How'd the butterbeer come out Kat? I'm in suspense.

Thank you, Gud. Only an entity of the stratosphere may bring forth this transmission of freedom.