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Feb. 21st, 2003 04:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesAh, Friday.
Let's see...Wednesday was rather like a Wednesday, except I screwed up, and yesterday was rather like a Thursday. Although yesterday I (a) got snail mail, and (b) got good snail mail, which very rarely happens. The embroidery floss I ordered last month showed up on the same day as my Games magazine. To top off the good mail karma, I didn't get any bills yesterday.
Today has been less like a Friday than usual. Mostly because my brain refused to believe I had to do time entry again already, but partly because my boss has been in a meeting upstairs all day and therefore isn't in my hair.
I'm damned if I know how she does it, but this morning I came back into my room after brushing my teeth and found Zoe standing on the top of the highest clothes pole in my closet, which I have to stand on a stepladder to reach. I'd love to know how she got up there. I know how she got down; it involves sticking a large number of claws in a skirt I (fortunately) have no plans to wear in the immediate future. She doesn't generally climb up things that way, though. That's Bonnie's department. I shut the closet door before I left this morning.
I'm theoretically going climbing tonight, but the last time I heard anything about that was on Monday, so who knows? My back is complaining at me in the stressed-out kind of way, which will hopefully get better when I leave work in fifteen minutes.
Happy weekend, all.
Let's see...Wednesday was rather like a Wednesday, except I screwed up, and yesterday was rather like a Thursday. Although yesterday I (a) got snail mail, and (b) got good snail mail, which very rarely happens. The embroidery floss I ordered last month showed up on the same day as my Games magazine. To top off the good mail karma, I didn't get any bills yesterday.
Today has been less like a Friday than usual. Mostly because my brain refused to believe I had to do time entry again already, but partly because my boss has been in a meeting upstairs all day and therefore isn't in my hair.
I'm damned if I know how she does it, but this morning I came back into my room after brushing my teeth and found Zoe standing on the top of the highest clothes pole in my closet, which I have to stand on a stepladder to reach. I'd love to know how she got up there. I know how she got down; it involves sticking a large number of claws in a skirt I (fortunately) have no plans to wear in the immediate future. She doesn't generally climb up things that way, though. That's Bonnie's department. I shut the closet door before I left this morning.
I'm theoretically going climbing tonight, but the last time I heard anything about that was on Monday, so who knows? My back is complaining at me in the stressed-out kind of way, which will hopefully get better when I leave work in fifteen minutes.
Happy weekend, all.
