I was going to go shopping at Macys this evening and eat at the food court there, but the food court was closed and Macys literally makes me crazy so instead I'm nestled into a booth at weber kettle grill.
Oh, how I suffer.
Rind me to tell you guys about the el punishing me for laziness, later.
So much rain. So much physical therapy! Ironically I am really good at the balance exercises.
I'm on my way home now, anyhow. Coworker J's last day is tomorrow...again...which means the horrible guy who got him laid off is coming back. On the other hand, I am happy for coworker J, who is going back to school to finish his degree. And supertemp is staying on - I need to tell you guys about her later :D she's a pistol.
I am here at the place where I am supposed to work tonight and they say yes, that event is here but nobody else is here to tell me what to do.
I am the office boy! I don't have any power when not in the office! And I have only one good leg! *wail*
See you all in 4 hours or when I bolt in disgust, whichever comes first.
It is pointless to put fold-down trays on the backs of seats if they fold down at a 70 degree angle rather than FLAT.
If I cannot put my drink on either tray without it sliding off, they are not trays. They are decorative impediments.
That being said, your cheese and crackers dinner pack is A+ delicious. Babybel and cheddar, mmm.
Love and crackers,
PS: still not home, obvs.
Well, the train windows are filthy so no photos (yet; perhaps as an artist I will find myself willing to explore the aesthetic qualities of dirty glass later) but I am homeward bound after a very fun weekend full of dogs, toddlers, Irish nationals, knitters, high piracy, Dutch ovens, oatmeal bread, music, and tea.
I will post when I'm safely home, if not before.
Meanwhile, omg ask_captainjack interview over at torchwood_house. reading it on my phone for fannish lolz and grate face-shooting :D
I'm not dead! I'm well-rested. I remember what that feels like. Holy crap. :D
I'm doing some touring around this afternoon and then catching the train around three, so expect a photo or two. I find I'm enjoying the cryptic approach to vacation journaling.
I have taught the sproglet to say "awesome". He has taught me about the Rhino Song. (YouTube it. You will hate me forever.) Generation gap: Bridged!