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scarlettina) wrote2006-07-01 07:41 pm
scarlettina) wrote2006-07-01 07:41 pm
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Proof of ... well ... something
Since ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala has formally forbidden us all to say that we suck, I can't say that or anything like it this evening. The temptation to say such (and therefore the necessity to resist it) is a result of the accumulation of the following evidence:
I had the idiot idea to go out this afternoon in search of a neat desk lamp for my new cubicle. I also wanted to see "Wordplay," the documentary about puzzlemaster Will Shortz (sp?) and the annual crossword puzzle tournament he holds.
I hit the Broadway Market QFC and Urban Outfitters for the lamp: no joy.
I hit the Harvard Exit theater for the movie: much joy. I highly recommend it.
And then, I had to come home. I was in severe pain and had to rest. I have the stamina, these days, of a 90 year old woman. I'm on the couch. My foot is up. It will be on ice shortly.
Can I just say that I hate my foot right now?
Then . . . then I call Pagliacci to order a pizza, and the girl who answers the phone is the same one who sent me a pizza gratis when I first broke my foot and she remembered me. She asked about the foot.She sympathized. We took a moment, both of us being NY expatriates, to bemoan the lack of decent Chinese food delivery in Seattle (what's that about, I ask you?), and then we took my order. I'm getting sympathy from the pizza order girl!
::sigh:: Life is weird and wonderful and, right now, just a little frustrating.
On the other hand, I did a revision of the story I wrote Thursday night (though it needs a different title) and will be delivering it to the workshop shortly. So I'm getting something done anyway. And as for tonight, I'll be on the couch, watching something on Pay-Per-View (haven't decided what quite yet). It'll be a quiet evening.
Oh, and the rumor at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
doctorwho is that the first half of the season two finale two-parter is spectacular. We shall see.
matociquala has formally forbidden us all to say that we suck, I can't say that or anything like it this evening. The temptation to say such (and therefore the necessity to resist it) is a result of the accumulation of the following evidence:I had the idiot idea to go out this afternoon in search of a neat desk lamp for my new cubicle. I also wanted to see "Wordplay," the documentary about puzzlemaster Will Shortz (sp?) and the annual crossword puzzle tournament he holds.
I hit the Broadway Market QFC and Urban Outfitters for the lamp: no joy.
I hit the Harvard Exit theater for the movie: much joy. I highly recommend it.
And then, I had to come home. I was in severe pain and had to rest. I have the stamina, these days, of a 90 year old woman. I'm on the couch. My foot is up. It will be on ice shortly.
Can I just say that I hate my foot right now?
Then . . . then I call Pagliacci to order a pizza, and the girl who answers the phone is the same one who sent me a pizza gratis when I first broke my foot and she remembered me. She asked about the foot.She sympathized. We took a moment, both of us being NY expatriates, to bemoan the lack of decent Chinese food delivery in Seattle (what's that about, I ask you?), and then we took my order. I'm getting sympathy from the pizza order girl!
::sigh:: Life is weird and wonderful and, right now, just a little frustrating.
On the other hand, I did a revision of the story I wrote Thursday night (though it needs a different title) and will be delivering it to the workshop shortly. So I'm getting something done anyway. And as for tonight, I'll be on the couch, watching something on Pay-Per-View (haven't decided what quite yet). It'll be a quiet evening.
Oh, and the rumor at
doctorwho is that the first half of the season two finale two-parter is spectacular. We shall see.