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Jun. 17th, 2004 01:52 pmI brought the film pictures from the wedding to work today in order to scan them, figuring that since we have a scanner and a cd burner this would be a fabulously smart way to waste time, company money (?), and get my pictures scanned all at once. I didn't bring a blank cd with me thinking, stupidly, that since we have a cd burner we'd have cd's. (I know, I know, I was forgetting that I work at Les Piafs.) Obviously, I haven't any cd's, and I may just kick things.
All day long I watch heavily coiffed women bend over the candle to smell it, and I wait for them to burst into flames.
Inspired by Dayment and Rose's cute shoes, I'm going looking for some tonight. Also, I may have found a replacement purse, but news on that tomorrow.
We're going to see Mike Doughty on Tuesday, and this is so exciting because Jeff got food poisoning when he was here in November so we didn't go. (That show was the night before the Howe Gelb show that I almost passed out at.)
For everyone not reading my comments because they are, obviously, non-comment-reading-jerks, there's a contingent of people meeting at Lenin at 11:30 on Saturday. It's looking more and more like I'll be dragging my poor sleepy self out of bed before noon on Saturday.
Juggling festival?
Also, just so I can get some more sympathy out of this, I cracked my head at work yesterday and bled -all over everything-. Or at least a little bit. But it hurt, is my point, and it -still- hurts, especially when I scratch it.
All day long I watch heavily coiffed women bend over the candle to smell it, and I wait for them to burst into flames.
Inspired by Dayment and Rose's cute shoes, I'm going looking for some tonight. Also, I may have found a replacement purse, but news on that tomorrow.
We're going to see Mike Doughty on Tuesday, and this is so exciting because Jeff got food poisoning when he was here in November so we didn't go. (That show was the night before the Howe Gelb show that I almost passed out at.)
For everyone not reading my comments because they are, obviously, non-comment-reading-jerks, there's a contingent of people meeting at Lenin at 11:30 on Saturday. It's looking more and more like I'll be dragging my poor sleepy self out of bed before noon on Saturday.
Juggling festival?
Also, just so I can get some more sympathy out of this, I cracked my head at work yesterday and bled -all over everything-. Or at least a little bit. But it hurt, is my point, and it -still- hurts, especially when I scratch it.
