Okay. So it’s 3am and I’m blogging. In 45 minutes a Rapid Rover will shuttle me to the airport and I’ll be flying down to Dixieland (while dodging a tropical storm, a hurricane, and an orange alert, woohoo!) to tend to some non-blogable things. Baron vonPlaque is there and has been there since 6/29. We’ll both be returning on Monday night.
The ever-courteous Online Salesman Extraordinaire coworker P offered to take me to the airport today. For a 6:20am flight. Is that not the nicest thing? Naturally I declined the offer…it’s awfully early. But I was touched nonetheless. Incidentally…I decided to forgo sleep tonight. It’s a very bad decision. Hopefully I’ll sleep on the flights.
Late night tidbits:
This came as a huge shock to me, as I thought Zsa Zsa had been dead for years.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the citizens of London, and England as a whole. There are really no words. Events like this make my entire blog seem as relevant as belly button lint.
J. Peterman should have won. I hope he gets a lot of great work from his exposure here. Yes, Virginia, I was hooked on Dancing with the Stars too. At least I know I wasn’t alone.
For the first time ever, I went to the library today and it did not have the book I was looking for. So I had to diversify a bit. I chose the Lillian Jackson Braun mystery despite it’s uber-girly hot pink cover. (see reading list on the right) Apparently, cats solve mysteries. Okaaaaaaaaay…
Reasons why I shouldn’t attempt to run to the library with only 10 minutes left in lunch:
“Seriously! Why do I have to choose from Mrs. Ms. or Miss? Why should I offer up myself to be judged by committing to a title! I should just be known as me!” Yeah…good point…but wasn’t this a hot topic 25 years ago? Don’t check off the darn box, that’s all! I bet she has a cross stitch wall hanging of the Love is kids at home.
Ooof. I miss sleeping.
You should check out Jack White’s Arthurian series (not sure of the name). They start out with a bit of a roman slant to them but they’re a good read.