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Things not to do
Aug. 8th, 2013 12:26 am1) Let the gas tank dip below 1/4
2) Forget purse at work
3) Don't discover it until the next day
4) Wake up too late to make the advantageous transit connection
So there was a train ride and an exploration of the less advantageous bus connections. Also some mail wrangling and some other work stuff. Then an exhausted trip back and some refuelling.
My companion in these adventures were a few episodes of Welcome to Night Vale. I cried on Caltrain at the end of 19a. Mostly exhaustion; at that point about anything could have set me off.
Aside from low level to moderate horror advisories, I might consider mentioning embarrassment squick: there are some moments where Cecil's natural reactions leave me wanting to facepalm and mute his microphone briefly so he can have his moment in private. But those, like Valentine's Day, pass.
Tomorrow is That Meeting. I know where my towel is, and also my clothes.
Dear Rev. Lunatic,
You can probably nuke a bowl of pasta salad. You know where the fruit is.
Coffee is not only authorized but recommended.
I hope for all our sakes that it is, as claimed, butter chicken day in the cafeteria. (If that plugin substitutes in "my butt" for "cloud", would the reverse of that make "clouder chicken"? That sounds cold.)
Dinner should be the return of the pasta.
Hope we can sleep.
2) Forget purse at work
3) Don't discover it until the next day
4) Wake up too late to make the advantageous transit connection
So there was a train ride and an exploration of the less advantageous bus connections. Also some mail wrangling and some other work stuff. Then an exhausted trip back and some refuelling.
My companion in these adventures were a few episodes of Welcome to Night Vale. I cried on Caltrain at the end of 19a. Mostly exhaustion; at that point about anything could have set me off.
Aside from low level to moderate horror advisories, I might consider mentioning embarrassment squick: there are some moments where Cecil's natural reactions leave me wanting to facepalm and mute his microphone briefly so he can have his moment in private. But those, like Valentine's Day, pass.
Tomorrow is That Meeting. I know where my towel is, and also my clothes.
Dear Rev. Lunatic,
You can probably nuke a bowl of pasta salad. You know where the fruit is.
Coffee is not only authorized but recommended.
I hope for all our sakes that it is, as claimed, butter chicken day in the cafeteria. (If that plugin substitutes in "my butt" for "cloud", would the reverse of that make "clouder chicken"? That sounds cold.)
Dinner should be the return of the pasta.
Hope we can sleep.
