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I have the cold from hell this week. I woke up yesterday with a head full of snot and then last night involved lots of tossing and turning and dreams about not being able to breathe, so I'm not the sharpest I've ever been today. I'm in charge of the team lottery pool at work and I had to send them an email saying, "I bought some extra tickets this week because the prize was higher than normal. I have a cold and my brain is fudge so I have no idea what it is, but I thought it was a good idea at the time."
Fortunately they think I'm funny.
You know those silicon packs that you get in packages of pills - you ever open one up just to see what's in them? Well now I know because I picked one up and the paper disintegrated in my hand, spilling dozens of the tiny silicon beads all over my floor. They're small enough and close enough in the colour to the floor that I can't really find them easily - when I sweep I can hear them rolling around. The most successful technique for finding them appears to be just walking around barefoot and then picking the tiny beads off the souls of my feet.
I went to the tattoo show on Sunday and it was pretty amazing. (Other than the fact that it's probably where I picked up the cold.) There have been some incredible developments in inks and styles. I grabbed a lot of business cards off a lot of tables, now I just have to make up my mind what I want to do and then find somebody who is willing to do it.
I bought paint on my lunch hour today but absolutely nothing useful is getting done on the house before the weekend. I'm going to go home and eat pizza and then go to bed.
Fortunately they think I'm funny.
You know those silicon packs that you get in packages of pills - you ever open one up just to see what's in them? Well now I know because I picked one up and the paper disintegrated in my hand, spilling dozens of the tiny silicon beads all over my floor. They're small enough and close enough in the colour to the floor that I can't really find them easily - when I sweep I can hear them rolling around. The most successful technique for finding them appears to be just walking around barefoot and then picking the tiny beads off the souls of my feet.
I went to the tattoo show on Sunday and it was pretty amazing. (Other than the fact that it's probably where I picked up the cold.) There have been some incredible developments in inks and styles. I grabbed a lot of business cards off a lot of tables, now I just have to make up my mind what I want to do and then find somebody who is willing to do it.
I bought paint on my lunch hour today but absolutely nothing useful is getting done on the house before the weekend. I'm going to go home and eat pizza and then go to bed.