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Good morning :) Well, that was an ungrammatical, illegible, drug/alcohol-induced masterpiece of nonsense, wasn't it? I'm much better now having slept for nine hours. I never did make it out of my room and down the hall to get another shot of Irish cream; I can literally stretch out and touch my bed from where I'm sitting at my desk, yet as I remember it, it took me about 15 steps to get from here to there on my way to the door. I then decided that hey, maybe I would actually fall asleep if I would just. lie. down! Yes, yes, yes, that amazing piece of insight was brought to you by the waste dump that is Mays's brain. Heh.
So I was definitely out of it. And again I swear to you that it was courtesy of one little sleeping pill and one shotglass full of Irish cream whiskey. Sipped. Across many minutes. This surgery has made it ridiculously easy for me to get smashed out of my mind. And you can bet that they never put that factoid in the informational pamphlet :)
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budclare and the zombies, and it was caerwynx who I was exhorting to work on getting the rotating book shelves in place. Which, by the way, I still think is a damn fine idea. I worked in a bank right out of high school, before the age of computers (yes, Dar - "when dinosaurs roamed the earth," thank you very much); all the customers' checks were stored in this huge filing system that rotated so that only four long bins were visible at any time. It was very cool, and it kept at eye level only what you needed to see. That's what we need in bookstores for us middle-aged types. So as I was saying: work on that, OK?
Dar and I went to a candle party last night. You know - like tupperware except it was candle related. The daughter of Alpaca Deb was hosting it, so we felt obligated to go. As you do. I was dead tired already, and it was night, and I have to say again that unless you've grown up out in the country you have no real concept of just how dark a starless, moonless night can be. We just about crawled the whole way down Concession 3 which is the country road that runs perpendicular to our sideroad. There are very few houses, no street lights, and no markings on the road at all to differentiate the road from the shoulder and the, you know, big freaking ditch just past that. Fun. The main road was a lot faster because it had reflecting lines on it, but seriously - I cannot see myself driving down these back roads at night in any sort of bad weather. I see now why the Mennonites stick to horses.
I should shove off here and do something practical. I just wanted to check in and to say that I laughed my ass off at your laughing your asses off at me. I live tomake a fool of myself serve *g*
Good morning :) Well, that was an ungrammatical, illegible, drug/alcohol-induced masterpiece of nonsense, wasn't it? I'm much better now having slept for nine hours. I never did make it out of my room and down the hall to get another shot of Irish cream; I can literally stretch out and touch my bed from where I'm sitting at my desk, yet as I remember it, it took me about 15 steps to get from here to there on my way to the door. I then decided that hey, maybe I would actually fall asleep if I would just. lie. down! Yes, yes, yes, that amazing piece of insight was brought to you by the waste dump that is Mays's brain. Heh.
So I was definitely out of it. And again I swear to you that it was courtesy of one little sleeping pill and one shotglass full of Irish cream whiskey. Sipped. Across many minutes. This surgery has made it ridiculously easy for me to get smashed out of my mind. And you can bet that they never put that factoid in the informational pamphlet :)
OK then. Yupper, I was talking about
budclare and the zombies, and it was caerwynx who I was exhorting to work on getting the rotating book shelves in place. Which, by the way, I still think is a damn fine idea. I worked in a bank right out of high school, before the age of computers (yes, Dar - "when dinosaurs roamed the earth," thank you very much); all the customers' checks were stored in this huge filing system that rotated so that only four long bins were visible at any time. It was very cool, and it kept at eye level only what you needed to see. That's what we need in bookstores for us middle-aged types. So as I was saying: work on that, OK? Dar and I went to a candle party last night. You know - like tupperware except it was candle related. The daughter of Alpaca Deb was hosting it, so we felt obligated to go. As you do. I was dead tired already, and it was night, and I have to say again that unless you've grown up out in the country you have no real concept of just how dark a starless, moonless night can be. We just about crawled the whole way down Concession 3 which is the country road that runs perpendicular to our sideroad. There are very few houses, no street lights, and no markings on the road at all to differentiate the road from the shoulder and the, you know, big freaking ditch just past that. Fun. The main road was a lot faster because it had reflecting lines on it, but seriously - I cannot see myself driving down these back roads at night in any sort of bad weather. I see now why the Mennonites stick to horses.
I should shove off here and do something practical. I just wanted to check in and to say that I laughed my ass off at your laughing your asses off at me. I live to
