So I try to pick up an umbrella on the way home, and spend nearly 45 minutes in Target and another 15 in Staples before I find one (although it is nice). Then I get home to find a note saying I remove my brand-new AC immediately, as there is a one-unit-per-apartment policy. Of course, the cats are fighting, and have pulled toilet paper all over the house. So I take the AC out and it dumps a half-liter of water on me because my roof has no overhang and this thing has vents on the top. Then, I open my mail and it turns out the IRS wants some more information on this year’s payments, as I may be eligible for an additional tax. Except it’s going to take me forever to find my records, and write it down, and deal with it, so I wish they’d just apply the tax to those earnings and save me some time/money. Seriously, guys, I gave you 2500 a few months ago, I can pay out a little more. Just promise you won’t spend it all in one ten-commandment-replica store. On top of this, I need to get up at 7:30 tomorrow to sludge downtown to an all-day meeting (the meeting won’t be so bad, but the OH THE SLUDGING).
On the upside: New Netflix, new 2-CD set (Optimo’s incredible How To Kill The DJ), two new books (fringe religious theory and loopy creative self-empowerment stuff, of course), and only one ad to do tonight. Although, I should do some work for some other clients. Huh.
Also (Mele reminds me), tomorrow is Archduke’s Day. Have a sandwich in his honor.
MELE: “You must call it a ‘Ferdinandwich!’”
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Update: So after drinking too many Diet Dr. Peppers last night, and sick with worrying about the big meeting, I ended up staying up the entire night. To pass the time, I spent 40 minutes or so on the exercise machine. But when it was time to shower and go to work, I found that my WATER NO LONGER WORKED. Stinky and frustrated, I headed out, only to wait through three full Metro trains before finding one with just enough space to wrench myself into. Another human had to literally lean on me while she did her crossword, while I had my arm behind another’s neck. AUGH.
On the upside, once again: On the way to the Metro, I inexplicably passed America’s greatest living literary treasure, Tom Clancy. I am 100% positive it was him. At the meeting (which went EERILY well), it was revealed that each employee now gets one day a week to work from home. I am going to order chinese food.
BYE
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