I threw a meeting and nobody came!!!
Bah.
It's my last fuck-up as chair of the PR Committee. At least that's behind me. I can't exactly hand it off to nobody, and I'm pissed I left my house an hour and a half early, but at least I got a milkshake out of it. Which I promptly regretted when Stormie made us do some rather difficult drills in practice.
Eugh.
I am drinking heavily now.
Anyway. Z has rechristened Remi "Reminald" because he thinks it is funnier than Remington. Anyway if Reggie is short for Reginald then Remi should be short for Reminald.
I guess it makes sense to me. It's funny. Remi doesn't answer to it. But fuck, she's a cat, she doesn't answer to anything.
Today's worry about the hard drive was really tiring. And I was in a really awful mood. I am straight-up about to zonk the hell out, man. But I got a bunch of rum and ginger beer to finish up first. And then I have to finish getting ready for tomorrow's party.
Oh yeah, I'm hosting a party tomorrow. Gah! There's a lot to do.
I'll be fine. Whatever.
And this is why I continue to skate, even though the whole situation stresses me out so much. Because when I'm done skating, you could pretty much hit me with a sledgehammer and I'd be like, "Whatever."
God damn it, Mia, you've got me so addicted to exercise endorphins...
On that note, my bike trainer arrived today. I may have to put it together tomorrow. I should wait until Saturday, though. Paaaaatience.
Maybe I'll be able to sleep through this morning's inevitable rumpus. Here's hoping. Bottoms up!
Bah.
It's my last fuck-up as chair of the PR Committee. At least that's behind me. I can't exactly hand it off to nobody, and I'm pissed I left my house an hour and a half early, but at least I got a milkshake out of it. Which I promptly regretted when Stormie made us do some rather difficult drills in practice.
Eugh.
I am drinking heavily now.
Anyway. Z has rechristened Remi "Reminald" because he thinks it is funnier than Remington. Anyway if Reggie is short for Reginald then Remi should be short for Reminald.
I guess it makes sense to me. It's funny. Remi doesn't answer to it. But fuck, she's a cat, she doesn't answer to anything.
Today's worry about the hard drive was really tiring. And I was in a really awful mood. I am straight-up about to zonk the hell out, man. But I got a bunch of rum and ginger beer to finish up first. And then I have to finish getting ready for tomorrow's party.
Oh yeah, I'm hosting a party tomorrow. Gah! There's a lot to do.
I'll be fine. Whatever.
And this is why I continue to skate, even though the whole situation stresses me out so much. Because when I'm done skating, you could pretty much hit me with a sledgehammer and I'd be like, "Whatever."
God damn it, Mia, you've got me so addicted to exercise endorphins...
On that note, my bike trainer arrived today. I may have to put it together tomorrow. I should wait until Saturday, though. Paaaaatience.
Maybe I'll be able to sleep through this morning's inevitable rumpus. Here's hoping. Bottoms up!