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In brief...
Oct. 16th, 2003 10:45 pm1) I'm beginning to realize that LiveJournal may be the most corrupting influence I've ever allowed into my life. And I like it.
2) My quote on Tuesday: "Mom, I know you're going to look at me funny when I say this, but that is one sexy refrigerator."
3) They opened a Long John Silvers in Queensbury, and the line for the drive-up window now sometimes stretches around the building, through the parking lot, onto Route 9, down the road a quarter-mile, around the corner, and halfway to Aviation Mall. There have been fist fights reported among people trying to get in the damn door. For a Long John Silvers, people. I live in a sad, sad area.
4) I need to start saving up for plane tickets. Where's a stupid fare war when you need one?
5) There are times when I hate my job, and then there are times like the other night, when eight of us got into a discussion, while we were taking calls, on whether one should or shouldn't tip a prostitute. Honestly, I didn't realize what a complicated issue this is. Must ponder.
6) All right, what is up with my optical mouse? Every now and then, I'll be minding my own business, trying to slide over to click some such, and all of a sudden the cursor will go skittering off into the corner like a panicky chipmunk for no apparent reason. I really don't want my cursors to have that kind of autonomy, especially if they're inclined to hide under a bush whenever Actual Work comes a-callin'. (That's my job, dammit.)
2) My quote on Tuesday: "Mom, I know you're going to look at me funny when I say this, but that is one sexy refrigerator."
3) They opened a Long John Silvers in Queensbury, and the line for the drive-up window now sometimes stretches around the building, through the parking lot, onto Route 9, down the road a quarter-mile, around the corner, and halfway to Aviation Mall. There have been fist fights reported among people trying to get in the damn door. For a Long John Silvers, people. I live in a sad, sad area.
4) I need to start saving up for plane tickets. Where's a stupid fare war when you need one?
5) There are times when I hate my job, and then there are times like the other night, when eight of us got into a discussion, while we were taking calls, on whether one should or shouldn't tip a prostitute. Honestly, I didn't realize what a complicated issue this is. Must ponder.
6) All right, what is up with my optical mouse? Every now and then, I'll be minding my own business, trying to slide over to click some such, and all of a sudden the cursor will go skittering off into the corner like a panicky chipmunk for no apparent reason. I really don't want my cursors to have that kind of autonomy, especially if they're inclined to hide under a bush whenever Actual Work comes a-callin'. (That's my job, dammit.)
