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So, I have work to do. I have cleaning to do. I have bills to pay. I have due-in-less-than-a-week fic to write and get betaed. (Who's available for last minute betaing on Friday-or-possibly-early-Saturday? Anyone? Anyone? *puppy eyes*) What am I doing? I'm poking around online. What did I do yesterday? Why I played on the computer, of course! Maybe if I ignore all these things, they will go away. Maybe? Maybe not. *cough*
My mom is making pork roast for Thanksgiving. Pork roast. This is my disappointed face. :(
A happy note, Becky brought me beef & barley stew for lunch! YUM! I haven't had that in so long!
Have I mentioned before that what they pass off as coffee in my office has to be mud in disguise? Seriously, I must have dumped a quarter cup of powdered creamer into my little styrofoam cup and it's still saddle-tan brown. Blech. And yet I still drink it because I can't get out of the house early enough to make a Starbucks run in the morning - which is probably a good thing for my bank account.
Meredith went with her dad to watch the Cowboys game yesterday (they are rabid Cowboys fans), and then they went out to eat. He brought her home around ten last night, which was fine, but without warning me he also brought over his new girlfriend to meet me. Luckily I was not in my pajamas, but I hadn't showered, the house was a mess, I had to talk to Meredith about a call I got from her history teacher, and James was being sort of rude under the guise of joking around. She seems like a nice enough woman, but I doubt I could have come across worse if I tried.
My mom is making pork roast for Thanksgiving. Pork roast. This is my disappointed face. :(
A happy note, Becky brought me beef & barley stew for lunch! YUM! I haven't had that in so long!
Have I mentioned before that what they pass off as coffee in my office has to be mud in disguise? Seriously, I must have dumped a quarter cup of powdered creamer into my little styrofoam cup and it's still saddle-tan brown. Blech. And yet I still drink it because I can't get out of the house early enough to make a Starbucks run in the morning - which is probably a good thing for my bank account.
Meredith went with her dad to watch the Cowboys game yesterday (they are rabid Cowboys fans), and then they went out to eat. He brought her home around ten last night, which was fine, but without warning me he also brought over his new girlfriend to meet me. Luckily I was not in my pajamas, but I hadn't showered, the house was a mess, I had to talk to Meredith about a call I got from her history teacher, and James was being sort of rude under the guise of joking around. She seems like a nice enough woman, but I doubt I could have come across worse if I tried.
