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seven people, four pies
Nov. 30th, 2009 03:32 pmThe weekend was lovely, after I finally got out of Boston. I did make it to the bus on time, but I was at work for 20 minutes longer than I meant to be, due to an emergency which shouldn't have been one. Unfortunately lack of planning on somebody else's part does constitute an emergency on mine.
I decided I was not going to think about work and not talk about it more than necessary over the weekend, so I spent the weekend eating and sleeping and embroidering and watching football and re-reading five and a half of the Horatio Hornblower books. And I finally saw Chicago, which I liked, although it beats everything for getting songs stuck in my head. Fortunately Bohemian Rhapsody gets them unstuck.
The Hairy Beasts must have missed me, because Snip spent most of yesterday afternoon sitting on me, and Lily waited until I went to bed and then landed right next to my ear and purred in it quite a lot.
Work is rapidly becoming eight hours a day of the Masochism Tango, except it can't be masochism because I'm not doing it to myself. But the Sadism Tango doesn't scan quite right.
On second thought I suppose I am doing it to myself, because I keep showing up here every morning.
I decided I was not going to think about work and not talk about it more than necessary over the weekend, so I spent the weekend eating and sleeping and embroidering and watching football and re-reading five and a half of the Horatio Hornblower books. And I finally saw Chicago, which I liked, although it beats everything for getting songs stuck in my head. Fortunately Bohemian Rhapsody gets them unstuck.
The Hairy Beasts must have missed me, because Snip spent most of yesterday afternoon sitting on me, and Lily waited until I went to bed and then landed right next to my ear and purred in it quite a lot.
Work is rapidly becoming eight hours a day of the Masochism Tango, except it can't be masochism because I'm not doing it to myself. But the Sadism Tango doesn't scan quite right.
On second thought I suppose I am doing it to myself, because I keep showing up here every morning.
