Argh. It is past midnight and I have finally finished FF13. Argh. On the bright side, all of the brain cell I was hoping o kill earlier are most emphatically DEAD
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margolia has just spent the past ten minutes (earnestly!) attempting to convince me that curling, if all things, is a valid sport (and not the sporting-equivalent of mumus). She also, I am hoping insincerely, tried to argue that curling deserves to be an Olympic sport.
My faith in her good taste and discrimination is shaken, perhaps permanently. And to
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I had intended to go to work yesterday, truly. After all, I'm from New England, not from this piffling little Mid-Atlantic region, and I can drive in inclement weather. However, I then had the thought that maybe I should check to see how the storm was due to progress
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So, I think the "best" part about doing remodel/store fixes is that I now currently look like a victim of domestic abuse. Actually, it puts me in mind of this really funny McShep fic I love- one where john keeps walking into doors while he's back on earth, and the doctor who treats his black eyes thinks rodney is beating john. Hilarious.
3:21am, stuck in northern jersey doing a remodel/rework of a store that met with my regional manager's disapproval. We're working 9pm to 7am, and I'm beat. Hopefully we should be done tomorrow, but we're not sure. I might be here longer...
Highlight of the night- moving an aisle fixture using electrical extension cords. Seriously. I think I'll post
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