Workweek round-up.
The Good: The VAST concert last night was pretty good. The samples blended in pretty nicely with the band, even if it did take the singer a few songs to get really warmed up. I got to hear a couple of my favorites in a relatively intimate setting.
The Bad: Missing bellydance and Supernatural.
The Good: Other brands of raspberry beer are not as good as Framboise, but 8x10 margaritas are still great.
The Bad: Over drinks at the Thirsty Dog, I burnt the hell out of my tongue on some hot pizza. Owww.
The Good: Dancing tonight. Not really sure of the band-- looks kinda bluesy. It's Cindy the Waitress's birthday-- we're gonna sing to her at the diner.
The Bad: I am totally exhausted. I have barely spent any time home this week, and as a result, my space is a mess, and my need to do laundry is reaching a critical level. Unless I get up early tomorrow morning, which doesn't seem likely as I've been averaging 5 hours of shut-eye a night, it will have to wait until Sunday to be done. Sunday has been termed Desperately In Need of Spring Cleaning Day.
The Good: It's 60 degrees and sunshiney! Yay Spring!
The Bad: Thunderstorms tomorrow night into the weekend. Boo Spring!
The Good: Tax return money! Yay. Ginormous bead order placed! Shiny things on the way!
The Bad: Twiddling my thumbs for four days before the package arrives.
The Good: Work has been very busy of late, and I'm working on some cool projects. Doing lots and lots of research on everything from prosthetic hands to modified F-15s to Louis XVI's gilded portrait frames. I have a really interesting job.
The Bad: Unfortunately, I've not been able to get away from my desk, even for lunch. And I was scatterbrained and forgot to return Colleen's call. Note to self: stop flaking.
The Good: According to a co-worker's caller, I "sound really hot" over the phone. And the company's bio page has apparently gotten lots of extra hits in the past few months, according to our website manager. This is both amusing and a smidge creepy.
The Bad: Thanks to a liberal helping of secondhand smoke last night at the club, today I sound more like Natasha Lyonne. Not good.
The Good: TGIF!
The Bad: ...six more hours before the weekend officially commences.
And in conclusion, UTZ Crab Chips... breakfast of champions. I pity you non-Marylanders.
The Bad: Missing bellydance and Supernatural.
The Good: Other brands of raspberry beer are not as good as Framboise, but 8x10 margaritas are still great.
The Bad: Over drinks at the Thirsty Dog, I burnt the hell out of my tongue on some hot pizza. Owww.
The Good: Dancing tonight. Not really sure of the band-- looks kinda bluesy. It's Cindy the Waitress's birthday-- we're gonna sing to her at the diner.
The Bad: I am totally exhausted. I have barely spent any time home this week, and as a result, my space is a mess, and my need to do laundry is reaching a critical level. Unless I get up early tomorrow morning, which doesn't seem likely as I've been averaging 5 hours of shut-eye a night, it will have to wait until Sunday to be done. Sunday has been termed Desperately In Need of Spring Cleaning Day.
The Good: It's 60 degrees and sunshiney! Yay Spring!
The Bad: Thunderstorms tomorrow night into the weekend. Boo Spring!
The Good: Tax return money! Yay. Ginormous bead order placed! Shiny things on the way!
The Bad: Twiddling my thumbs for four days before the package arrives.
The Good: Work has been very busy of late, and I'm working on some cool projects. Doing lots and lots of research on everything from prosthetic hands to modified F-15s to Louis XVI's gilded portrait frames. I have a really interesting job.
The Bad: Unfortunately, I've not been able to get away from my desk, even for lunch. And I was scatterbrained and forgot to return Colleen's call. Note to self: stop flaking.
The Good: According to a co-worker's caller, I "sound really hot" over the phone. And the company's bio page has apparently gotten lots of extra hits in the past few months, according to our website manager. This is both amusing and a smidge creepy.
The Bad: Thanks to a liberal helping of secondhand smoke last night at the club, today I sound more like Natasha Lyonne. Not good.
The Good: TGIF!
The Bad: ...six more hours before the weekend officially commences.
And in conclusion, UTZ Crab Chips... breakfast of champions. I pity you non-Marylanders.