The New-Age Bullshit Generator is incredible:
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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.
By blossoming, we grow, Gud. May your ions be re-energized by this healing.
Seriously didn't want to get up this morning. Though I had a fun time last night, had dinner/drinks with a friend of my sister's who I met last time I was in town. As expected, she's pretty awesome (my sister and I are very similar and so is our taste in friends!). Fun that my sister has a queer friend--she and I were exchanging war stories of dating, and showing each other our profiles for expert opinions :)
I think sarameg sounds unwell and should just go in for an hour or two--don't want to strain yourself or make things worse.
That BS Generator sounds suspiciously like the training I'm going to next week. But my totally non-woo ex-boss recommended it, so I'm trying to keep an open mind. Or an intentional heartset.
I just made myself a to-do list for the weekend because I don't feel like working this morning. That is so dumb.
The dream right before the alarm this morning was that I was taking a math test for some high-level class, and I hadn't studied for it at all, but before I could even get to the parts I didn't know, there was a long arithmetic problem, and I couldn't even solve that.
Also, Rosa from B99 was there.
I know I had a really good waking dream on solving one of my technical issues, and even got up earlier than usual to get on it. But by the time I conversed with DH and made myself coffee it was gone. I have no clue what it was I was going to do. Sigh. Maybe it will reappear.
When your mother texts you, at work, at 8:45 am, to say she is lonely. Remember we were talking about emotional labor? I am pretty much tapped out on emotionally supporting my spouse and children, and I resent the shit out of my mother needing my to be her support as well.
Also I am literally counting white and black people in the 1870 census today at work, which is technically another department's job but I guess there is some political thing going on so I am doing it.