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Last night I dreamt that we rented a lion. So we were stuck with this big freaking lion in our living room. The lion was knocking stuff over and generally being a pest, and we were all too terrified of it to try to stop him. The scene shifted, and we had a deck, and more than just the lion - we had a whole menagerie of dangerous animals, though none quite so big as the lion.
In other news, I now have a one inch spiderweb crack in my windshield. At lunch I will be trying to get that fixed.
The weather is gorgeous, and this is a three day week for me. Productivity is hard.
In other news, I now have a one inch spiderweb crack in my windshield. At lunch I will be trying to get that fixed.
The weather is gorgeous, and this is a three day week for me. Productivity is hard.
Joints hurt today. My fingers are swollen enough that I actually had to take my ring off. Slept like crap. Humidity and heat - DO NOT WANT. Taking robaxacet for the joint and muscle pain, and tea for the slept like crap and the robaxacet drowsiness. Also, work's dress code is really dumb on days like this - long pants and button down shirts in this weather is just mean.
It rained hard engouh last night that the sub basement parking garage (where my spot is) flooded. When I got home last night there was enoguh water that it was an inch over the elevator door. I walked up one floor to get the elevator.
This morning, the water level had lowered, but half the garage is still underwater. Fun! the humidity is hihg enough that the rain droplets on the car from last night were still there.
On closer inspection, the elevator sign about the scary guy is much worse than I first thought. The guy is known to police, and hung around for two hours after being refused entry to our building after making an indecent proposal to a woman entering the building. This guy apparently does this to neighbourhoods, lurks around trying to get into buildings. There is a warrant for his arrest from previous lurking. If we see him, we're supposed to go inside and call the cops, and NOT tell the guy we're doing so.
On the plus side, a gazebo has been obtained.
It rained hard engouh last night that the sub basement parking garage (where my spot is) flooded. When I got home last night there was enoguh water that it was an inch over the elevator door. I walked up one floor to get the elevator.
This morning, the water level had lowered, but half the garage is still underwater. Fun! the humidity is hihg enough that the rain droplets on the car from last night were still there.
On closer inspection, the elevator sign about the scary guy is much worse than I first thought. The guy is known to police, and hung around for two hours after being refused entry to our building after making an indecent proposal to a woman entering the building. This guy apparently does this to neighbourhoods, lurks around trying to get into buildings. There is a warrant for his arrest from previous lurking. If we see him, we're supposed to go inside and call the cops, and NOT tell the guy we're doing so.
On the plus side, a gazebo has been obtained.
Holy crap. It's only 9:30 and I don't have anything I neeeed to be doing. I... don't know what to do with myself! (gimme a minute, I'll think of something. Maybe write some microfic or watch some Dexter.)
I worked from home both yesterday and today. Yesterday I just decided that with the snow on the ground and the forecasted doom, home was the best choice. This morning, I had a dentist's appointment, and felt a little guilty about staying home yesterday, so I figured I'd try to drive in. My street didn't get plowed until about 4 this afternoon, so getting out at 9:30 was interesting; thankfully my civic is a little hockey puck and can sort of slide over the snow with a little coaxing.
I made it as far as Keele on the 401 (which was sticky and slippery), when traffic reports informed me that the 401 all the way to work was slow and filled with accidents and blocked lanes. I gave up and turned around. It took me until 11 to get home. I got back to my street, and there was a station wagon trying to get up the street as I was trying to get down it, with an SUV behind him.
I stopped and grabbed the shovel from my trunk to help the station wagon - I wasn't getting past until he got unstuck anyway. After some digging and pushing, we managed to get him back into the driveway for his building - he gave up on trying to get out onto the main street. The SUV driver, of course, just kept rolling up closer and closer on the station wagon, including trying to drive on the sidewalk to get around the station wagon. He had a bad back and said he couldn't help push, but he'd be glad to shove the station wagon with his SUV. The station wagon driver declined.
Once I got home, I decided that I couldn't do anything else until I made myself a pot of dagoba hot chocolate, according to the directions on the tin (heat milk slowly, stirring eleven times clockwise, the eleven times counterclockwise, until vapours begin to form...)
In retrospect, I should have just stayed home in the first place. We shall see if I catch flak for it at work tomorrow.
I worked from home both yesterday and today. Yesterday I just decided that with the snow on the ground and the forecasted doom, home was the best choice. This morning, I had a dentist's appointment, and felt a little guilty about staying home yesterday, so I figured I'd try to drive in. My street didn't get plowed until about 4 this afternoon, so getting out at 9:30 was interesting; thankfully my civic is a little hockey puck and can sort of slide over the snow with a little coaxing.
I made it as far as Keele on the 401 (which was sticky and slippery), when traffic reports informed me that the 401 all the way to work was slow and filled with accidents and blocked lanes. I gave up and turned around. It took me until 11 to get home. I got back to my street, and there was a station wagon trying to get up the street as I was trying to get down it, with an SUV behind him.
I stopped and grabbed the shovel from my trunk to help the station wagon - I wasn't getting past until he got unstuck anyway. After some digging and pushing, we managed to get him back into the driveway for his building - he gave up on trying to get out onto the main street. The SUV driver, of course, just kept rolling up closer and closer on the station wagon, including trying to drive on the sidewalk to get around the station wagon. He had a bad back and said he couldn't help push, but he'd be glad to shove the station wagon with his SUV. The station wagon driver declined.
Once I got home, I decided that I couldn't do anything else until I made myself a pot of dagoba hot chocolate, according to the directions on the tin (heat milk slowly, stirring eleven times clockwise, the eleven times counterclockwise, until vapours begin to form...)
In retrospect, I should have just stayed home in the first place. We shall see if I catch flak for it at work tomorrow.
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Will a White Easter make up for our Green Christmas?
Dear NCIS,
It was good while it lasted, but now that you've decided to be a lame 24 clone instead of a more witty CSI clone, I'm afraid that it's over.
Dear House,
Keep up that wanking and you'll end up like NCIS.
Dear Heroes,
Come back! I love you!
Damned hard to find European size zippers.
Dear NCIS,
It was good while it lasted, but now that you've decided to be a lame 24 clone instead of a more witty CSI clone, I'm afraid that it's over.
Dear House,
Keep up that wanking and you'll end up like NCIS.
Dear Heroes,
Come back! I love you!
Damned hard to find European size zippers.
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The weather is warm and the sun is bright and strong.
You all know what that means! It's time for...
Smog! The city was banked in a thick layer of brown as I drive to work this morning. A lovely little reminder of how I'm changing the world in my own little way, each day.
Bugs! The pond outside the office at work clearly doesn't drain properly, as the area around the office was thick with wee bitey bugs when I went for a walk at lunch.
Goose shit! The land around the pond was more goose turd than mud. The grass that was planted last fall has died, leaving a cracked flood plain beside the pond, covered in goose shit in various degrees of composition. The geese only left for about 4 weeks this winter before returning to poop around out artificial, bug-filled pond.
You all know what that means! It's time for...
Smog! The city was banked in a thick layer of brown as I drive to work this morning. A lovely little reminder of how I'm changing the world in my own little way, each day.
Bugs! The pond outside the office at work clearly doesn't drain properly, as the area around the office was thick with wee bitey bugs when I went for a walk at lunch.
Goose shit! The land around the pond was more goose turd than mud. The grass that was planted last fall has died, leaving a cracked flood plain beside the pond, covered in goose shit in various degrees of composition. The geese only left for about 4 weeks this winter before returning to poop around out artificial, bug-filled pond.
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