Mid-week review with projections

I am so damn stressed out this week. I think between endless meetings and constant number-crunching, I am losing my mind.

( Whine! )

And... actually, so it's all better now, because I think I've just taken care of all the various things that have been stressing me out and the rest of this week should be less painful. I just have to pick up kitty litter and I think, yes, some chocolate to deal with PMS, and I'll be set for the evening.

c is for cookie!

Why Jeff The Magnificent is So Damn Magnificent: An Essay

Scene from an IM earlier today.



Me: WHY HAVE YOU NOT BROUGHT ME ALL THE CHOCOLATE IN THE LAND? *angry face*
Jeff: *embarrassed face*
Jeff: I would have, but I'm just a poor tech writer without a car.
Me: Pff. I accept no excuses! Why have you not absconded with a stolen car and brought me chocolate?!
Jeff: If law isn't a limiting factor, why haven't you broken into the cafe and stolen some cake.
Me: DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!!

At this point, my IM seized up with rage over the ALLCAPS, gave off some disturbing corporate messages, and I sheepishly called Jeff saying that my 'thingie was broken' and hopefully I wouldn't be fired for misusing company resources.

A few minutes, and a reboot later, things were fine.

Jeff bounded into my office shortly after, a paper bag at his side.

Jeff: Is everything okay?
Me: Yes! Whew! I'm sorry, I should have sent you a....*observing paper bag* What's that?
Jeff: A cookie.
Me: *squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

He ran to the corner sandwich shop and bought me a chocolate-chip cookie.

*dies from fawning adoration*

Do you see?? Do you see why I gush so?

erp

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dammit

My hair is completely hopeless. It's grown out of control. And I don't even have an idea what I want to do with it. I want to keep growing it out, but I think a shorter cut would be more professional. And then showering wouldn't take 5 hours and a gallon of conditioner.

I fight this battle year round. I decide to grow it out. Then I decide I hate the in-between stage. But I'm usually too busy to jump on the impulse to get it cut right then. And then it grows unwieldy. And now I look like Cousin It.

And then Judy yells at me for shoving it into a bun. Hobbes likes it long, because it gives him something to step on in the morning which wakes me up right away. Granted, I'm generally cursing, and he ends up flying off starboard, but regardless.

Also, I don't want to take the time to go get it cut right now. I just want it to behave. Goddammit.

also

There is really no time that I don't want to kiss Jon Stewart right on his smirking mouth.