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Ah...another rollicking Saturday night in which I try and rouse my comatose body from the bed after trying to recuperate from my usual 13-hour shift. Whee!
( Cut because it's depressing family stuff. )
I'm listening to an old Dinah Washington song about Manhattan and I wish, as I often do, that I could live in New York in the 1950's. I want to walk down those streets I saw in 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' and 'An Affair to Remember.' I know, I'm weird. But there is such a romantic air to the whole idea.
In other news, you are looking at the proud owner of a Triology Tuesday ticket! That's right, on December 16, yours truly will join 400 other foolhardy fans in the 11-hour marathon of FotR, TTT, AND RotK. Whee! My behind is gonna be SO numb...I wonder if I can bring some sandwiches into the theater. I don't think I can subsist on nachos and popcorn for half a day. Urp.
And, finally, work continues to suck. Communication has broken down completely between the higher-ups, so my contemporaries and I have been "fucking-up" because we don't know what the Hell is going on. What a load. Maybe if we were mind readers, everything would be okay. But we're not. How 'bout a memo, bitches?! *sigh* Sorry. Had to get that out.
( And one more cut filled with fluffy quiz questions. )
Okay, I'm out.
( Cut because it's depressing family stuff. )
I'm listening to an old Dinah Washington song about Manhattan and I wish, as I often do, that I could live in New York in the 1950's. I want to walk down those streets I saw in 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' and 'An Affair to Remember.' I know, I'm weird. But there is such a romantic air to the whole idea.
In other news, you are looking at the proud owner of a Triology Tuesday ticket! That's right, on December 16, yours truly will join 400 other foolhardy fans in the 11-hour marathon of FotR, TTT, AND RotK. Whee! My behind is gonna be SO numb...I wonder if I can bring some sandwiches into the theater. I don't think I can subsist on nachos and popcorn for half a day. Urp.
And, finally, work continues to suck. Communication has broken down completely between the higher-ups, so my contemporaries and I have been "fucking-up" because we don't know what the Hell is going on. What a load. Maybe if we were mind readers, everything would be okay. But we're not. How 'bout a memo, bitches?! *sigh* Sorry. Had to get that out.
( And one more cut filled with fluffy quiz questions. )
Okay, I'm out.
