The pile of clothing on the floor near my desk actually contains something I can wear, not just underwear as I'd feared.
I don't need to start the launderizer now, because I already started it on the timer last night.
Sourdough and cheddar grilled cheese is tasty, and cheaper than McDonald's.
I have two meetings that I should leave promptly to get to: one on the proper use of WebEx (via, ironically, WebEx), and one with the Junior Researcher on what the *fuck* the internal-facing devs have done to the motherfucking database that I (and basically only I) have to use.
If I got to sleep right then, I would have had 8 hours of sleep. I got to sleep about a half-hour later, and then had stress dreams about meeting rooms and conference calls through the second half of the sleep.
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I don't need to start the launderizer now, because I already started it on the timer last night.
Sourdough and cheddar grilled cheese is tasty, and cheaper than McDonald's.
I have two meetings that I should leave promptly to get to: one on the proper use of WebEx (via, ironically, WebEx), and one with the Junior Researcher on what the *fuck* the internal-facing devs have done to the motherfucking database that I (and basically only I) have to use.
If I got to sleep right then, I would have had 8 hours of sleep. I got to sleep about a half-hour later, and then had stress dreams about meeting rooms and conference calls through the second half of the sleep.