Jun. 16th, 2006
mornings are annoying
Jun. 16th, 2006 09:01 amI love it when I treat myself like a sulky four-year old.
"No, no, we're not packing tonight, because we hate packing. But just take the pjs out of the drawer, because otherwise you'll forget them. And where's that cami--is it in the laundry?"
And I kept tossing things on the bed, until it became obvious that if I wanted to sleep on said bed, I would have to put the things elsewhere. And why not the convenient duffel bag I'm hauling to LA?
So this morning wasn't as crazy as I was trying to set it up to be.
Things are now packed. Trying to decide if I need to take Timbuk, because everything has fit in the duffel bag. Hrm. I think I'm going to take it. It'll be useful to cart around as a bag while in LA.
I can't believe I'm going tonight.
Cat litter's changed. Left Jeff instructions on fridge. Printed boarding pass.
Just need to put away dishes in washer and load remaining few items, and I think I'm done. Huh.
In weird news, The Universe clearly thinks that Jeff and I need to talk more. My phone rang this morning, it was Jeff's office line. After much 'hello, hello?' I gave up and disconnected, and then immediately called him back. He answered with no obvious indication that he needed to talk to me. Apparently his office line rang, there was no one there, and then he, too hung up. And then I called back. WTF, over?
"No, no, we're not packing tonight, because we hate packing. But just take the pjs out of the drawer, because otherwise you'll forget them. And where's that cami--is it in the laundry?"
And I kept tossing things on the bed, until it became obvious that if I wanted to sleep on said bed, I would have to put the things elsewhere. And why not the convenient duffel bag I'm hauling to LA?
So this morning wasn't as crazy as I was trying to set it up to be.
Things are now packed. Trying to decide if I need to take Timbuk, because everything has fit in the duffel bag. Hrm. I think I'm going to take it. It'll be useful to cart around as a bag while in LA.
I can't believe I'm going tonight.
Cat litter's changed. Left Jeff instructions on fridge. Printed boarding pass.
Just need to put away dishes in washer and load remaining few items, and I think I'm done. Huh.
In weird news, The Universe clearly thinks that Jeff and I need to talk more. My phone rang this morning, it was Jeff's office line. After much 'hello, hello?' I gave up and disconnected, and then immediately called him back. He answered with no obvious indication that he needed to talk to me. Apparently his office line rang, there was no one there, and then he, too hung up. And then I called back. WTF, over?
sooooo sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy
Jun. 16th, 2006 02:10 pmI am so going to pass out. Most of my projects are off, and I'm waiting for everyone. Work ends at 3PM today, because we're having a summer party, to which I can't go because I have to go to the airport at some point to fly to LA.
If it didn't cost so damn much, I would see if I could catch an earlier flight, because: DAMN. As it is, I'm getting into LA at 11PM. Boo.
Totally forgot that the office was shutting down early when I planned this trip.
Mowr. And I'm going to just pass out asleep.
We went to Jaicho? Something? Mexican food in Queen Anne that was quite tasty. Not La Pinata, but no place ever is for me. But Mexican food is SO narcoleptic.
Bill's printing out the manual for me here, and I've offered to do my editing on the plane, so I'm hoping that will make time fly or something. Or I may just pass out asleep, too.
Everyone needs to write a long, riveting post RIGHT NOW because I am about to die of boredom.
As my five-year old nephew once said: SAVE ME, DUDES!
If it didn't cost so damn much, I would see if I could catch an earlier flight, because: DAMN. As it is, I'm getting into LA at 11PM. Boo.
Totally forgot that the office was shutting down early when I planned this trip.
Mowr. And I'm going to just pass out asleep.
We went to Jaicho? Something? Mexican food in Queen Anne that was quite tasty. Not La Pinata, but no place ever is for me. But Mexican food is SO narcoleptic.
Bill's printing out the manual for me here, and I've offered to do my editing on the plane, so I'm hoping that will make time fly or something. Or I may just pass out asleep, too.
Everyone needs to write a long, riveting post RIGHT NOW because I am about to die of boredom.
As my five-year old nephew once said: SAVE ME, DUDES!
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