Thursday, July 17, 2008

Maybe I'll wear makeup someday

I had a migraine all day and couldn't see straight. So why can't I call in sick? The boss wasn't in and there was nothing so pressing that it couldn't wait until tomorrow. Damn my work ethic. I scraped my hair into a pony tail and went to work anyway. On my way to SnB, Jamie's tires started rattling in a way that made me not comfortable so I headed home instead. Sorry Annika. I owe you an ice cream. I hope your night got better.

I have nothing to say. No, really. I know it's hard to believe. Short of telling you what I had for lunch (Steak Burrito if you must know, dang.) I'd rather just not blog. But then, I don't want you to forget about me. I'm kind of an "Out of sight, out of mind" gal as opposed to the "absence makes the heart grow fonder" type. So, bear with my babbling until I find something scintillating. Oh, I'll be playing softball on Saturday in an office Olympics. THAT ought to be fraught with peril and humiliation. I'm supposed to play right field, but I may jockey for center field. I've already asked for a designated runner.

Meanwhile, I suggest you immediately check out Dr. Horrible's Sing-along Blog. Joss, I have always been your fan, even when you made Cordelia and Connor lovers, put Cordy in a coma and then had her give birth to a fully-grown woman/demon/messiah who was black, even though Cordy and Connor were both white as the driven snow. I knew you wouldn't leave us hanging. I can hardly wait for Act III.

2 comments:

Annika said...

Well you know, apparently the Fred/Illyria stuff from the final season is what he WANTED to do with Cordy, but Charisma wrecked everything by getting pregnant. (I think that is bullshit, but whatever. Dr. Horrible makes up for everything.)

I missed you but I REALLY didn't need any ice cream so no worries.

woolanthropy said...

Thanks for sharing Dr. Horrible.

cracked me up