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pen_grunt*Run, run, run, run*
*thunk*
*zzzzz*
That about sums it up right now.
Tonight I figured out many more reasons why I personally dislike Las Vegas (bunches and bunches). I'll probably post something about it tomorrow (or today, as it were).
While sitting down at dinner with the client, I get an apology: "I'm sorry, this is probably the worst food you'll be eating all week."
...as I scarf down the delicious $50-per-person meal, complete with a hot-fudge sundae canole turnover thingie.
I hope I still fit into all my clothing when I get back. Somehow I think that with all the running around (not literal running most of the time) on the show it won't be much of a problem. Shows are either feast or famine (with coffee)--generally erring on the side of famine (with coffee).
I also sat next to a guy with a snake tattoo on the plane. Y'all can guess how I made polite conversation--because there were some motherfuckin' snakes on my motherfuckin' plane. . . in tattoo form, of course. I wonder how soon the flight attendants are going to get sick of Snakes on a Plane Jokes?
*thunk*
*zzzzz*
That about sums it up right now.
Tonight I figured out many more reasons why I personally dislike Las Vegas (bunches and bunches). I'll probably post something about it tomorrow (or today, as it were).
While sitting down at dinner with the client, I get an apology: "I'm sorry, this is probably the worst food you'll be eating all week."
...as I scarf down the delicious $50-per-person meal, complete with a hot-fudge sundae canole turnover thingie.
I hope I still fit into all my clothing when I get back. Somehow I think that with all the running around (not literal running most of the time) on the show it won't be much of a problem. Shows are either feast or famine (with coffee)--generally erring on the side of famine (with coffee).
I also sat next to a guy with a snake tattoo on the plane. Y'all can guess how I made polite conversation--because there were some motherfuckin' snakes on my motherfuckin' plane. . . in tattoo form, of course. I wonder how soon the flight attendants are going to get sick of Snakes on a Plane Jokes?
