So Sleepy.
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pen_gruntI actually sat through a 2 hour meeting today, contributed random things, did the Macarena once (don't ask. Really, don't ask.)...
...and at the end of the meeting I couldn't recall what we were talking about. I do recall trying to logically fit together the pieces of the conversation while the meeting was going on, but for some reason my brain was in DOES NOT COMPUTE mode.
I went out to the Dubliner last night to see the famed D'n'D boys play (for the first time). I have to say, they really, truly deserve a better sound system. :) I DID, however, immensely enjoy the tambourine playing. If you can't have fun with "extra-curricular" activities, what's the point of doing them at all? Why not a little cowbell? So anyway, I was only there for about 45 minutes. Not only was I feeling particularly anti-social (and thus out of place, for as a good li'l girl, I don't make a habit of talking to strangers--or anyone stranger than my cuz, anyway), but I had to get home and go to work.
I worked. Until about 3:30.
I went to work this morning again... I don't remember much of it, but I can only hope I was coherent enough to pass as moderately literate. I vaguely recall making fun of Lent. Uh, I don't think that was terribly smart, but if you can't make fun of Lent, what can you make fun of? Mohammad? Oh yeah. Right.
Came home. Didn't want to run, so I got in the bath tub. The weight of the guilt of not running was slowly pulling me deeper and deeper into my bubble bath, all the while I was feeling less deserving of decadent suds. So I got up (out of the bath) and ran. Stupid overactive sense of will. I curse thee.
...and at the end of the meeting I couldn't recall what we were talking about. I do recall trying to logically fit together the pieces of the conversation while the meeting was going on, but for some reason my brain was in DOES NOT COMPUTE mode.
I went out to the Dubliner last night to see the famed D'n'D boys play (for the first time). I have to say, they really, truly deserve a better sound system. :) I DID, however, immensely enjoy the tambourine playing. If you can't have fun with "extra-curricular" activities, what's the point of doing them at all? Why not a little cowbell? So anyway, I was only there for about 45 minutes. Not only was I feeling particularly anti-social (and thus out of place, for as a good li'l girl, I don't make a habit of talking to strangers--or anyone stranger than my cuz, anyway), but I had to get home and go to work.
I worked. Until about 3:30.
I went to work this morning again... I don't remember much of it, but I can only hope I was coherent enough to pass as moderately literate. I vaguely recall making fun of Lent. Uh, I don't think that was terribly smart, but if you can't make fun of Lent, what can you make fun of? Mohammad? Oh yeah. Right.
Came home. Didn't want to run, so I got in the bath tub. The weight of the guilt of not running was slowly pulling me deeper and deeper into my bubble bath, all the while I was feeling less deserving of decadent suds. So I got up (out of the bath) and ran. Stupid overactive sense of will. I curse thee.
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Date: 2006-03-02 04:18 pm (UTC)And - alas - you did not get to see the "Cowbell Solo" . . . it is truly a thing of beauty to behold . . . it usually comes out at Festival.
Also, I haven't heard even *that* sound system that bad in . . . well . . . maybe ever . . .