
Ok, so really it's Tired and Worried Helena! The new job is really fun. I've never heard the word vomit, so many stories about vomiting, or the actual audio of someone throwing up so much in all my life. This is a really fun show, and I'm enjoying doing research for them. Of course it's fun! I'm researching the ways in which I can get an exotic animal to attack and/or injure two boys! Oh, what joy.
Seriously.
Less joy for the drive right now. It's about an hour each way. It's not too bad because I have pretty much every Beatles album on CD now (thanks Adam!), and it's hard to not be chill when "The Inner Light" is playing. And each time I do it, I tick one of the eighteen total Shitty Drives I Have to Make in my head. So now I'm down to fourteen. Woohoo! It's just SUCH a bummer to come home and it's already 8 o'clock.
Oh, I almost forgot! I drank tequila at the office today. It was someone's birthday. So we had ice cream cake. And tequila.
I move on March 7th. Anyone who wants to volunteer to come out and help me pack before then, or to clean my apartment on the Sunday afternoon after the movers take my things away, can feel free to do so. :)
Now I'm going to eat chicken and rice (not Lean Cuisine!) that I cooked. See, I'm growing up!!!
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Hey Helena!
Every so often I check out your site. You seem happy.
I didn't know you were a Beatles fan. Currently (it keeps changing) my favorite Beatles song is "Across the Universe".
You're still working at M in SM but have a different position?
Good luck with the move. Your new place looks real nice.
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