It's 7:45, I'm drunk, in my slippers and at work. Whee!

For X: http://community.livejournal.com/sionnain_fics/58284.html

Abest me, ego urina faciam

I suspect this has more to do with my sense of humor than my personality. O.o



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Gone for the weekend. Mum and sis invading. OMG, LOG. See ya... sometime.

To Do:
*sf330 resumes (who's? what goes in it?) - Tim's and Ken's
*send files to Jack B.
*verify NAID VIP dinner attendees
*Ken resume- (delayed)
*clean out email
*clear off desk
*find out if I'm going to Orlando next month.
*find out who is in charge of exhibit set up/tear down in San Diego. (Left message)

( I'm a 4. Hunh. Fairly accurate. )

*gnrrr* I'm not a designer. Why am I designing another ad?

Michael Buble. Feeling Good. I'm addicted to this song.

I love horns.

Fucking hell! Engineers! When I tell you something, BELIEVE ME! I am the person familiar with my programs!