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Apparently four hours of sleep (despite having no visible cleavage, and wearing the engineer!boots) makes one deeply attractive to the opposite gender. Or at least the whistles and comments downtown yesterday afternoon would imply such.
'Why did you get four hours of sleep, dumbass?' I'm sure you are asking, with possibly other descriptors?
Heh. My apartment ate my passport. (This after lunch with my father after a hand therapist appointment [me and typing are not so much with the getting along currently. Left-side pinky and ring fingers occasionally go numb. I'm left handed. I went and got exercises to attempt to combat the downward slide] on Wednesday, and me having a Brilliant flash Wednesday evening. My brother had two cell phones, you see, one of them he was no longer using. I drove up to Victoria by myself, sans roommate's cell phone [she's flying to Hawaii at Ungodly Early tomorrow morning, so she and the phone stayed home]. There aren't all that many pay phones around anymore. So Thursday evening, I met my mother off a boat, and got my brother's cell phone. Then I went home. And tore my apartment apart looking for my passport. Then I had a minor nervous breakdown and the Radish drove us to my parents' place, where I picked up a Very Expired ['93] passport, a birth certificate and a registration-to-vote card. We got back home a little after two in the morning, and I went in to work at 7:30 to cut down on my vacation hours. Liz, M, and Sarah can attest that I am even stranger when sleep deprived. . . oh, and of course, they didn't even look at my driver's license or assorted paperwork before letting me across the border. *facepalm* AND the phone doesn't work in Canada. Eternal roaming.)
On the other hand, I hit downtown Victoria at 4:30, after leaving Kirkland at a quarter to 11.
Sarah pwned her recital. My hands hurt just watching--me attempting to get near a flute would end, no doubt, Incredibly Tragically--but oooooh, the shiny.
'Why did you get four hours of sleep, dumbass?' I'm sure you are asking, with possibly other descriptors?
Heh. My apartment ate my passport. (This after lunch with my father after a hand therapist appointment [me and typing are not so much with the getting along currently. Left-side pinky and ring fingers occasionally go numb. I'm left handed. I went and got exercises to attempt to combat the downward slide] on Wednesday, and me having a Brilliant flash Wednesday evening. My brother had two cell phones, you see, one of them he was no longer using. I drove up to Victoria by myself, sans roommate's cell phone [she's flying to Hawaii at Ungodly Early tomorrow morning, so she and the phone stayed home]. There aren't all that many pay phones around anymore. So Thursday evening, I met my mother off a boat, and got my brother's cell phone. Then I went home. And tore my apartment apart looking for my passport. Then I had a minor nervous breakdown and the Radish drove us to my parents' place, where I picked up a Very Expired ['93] passport, a birth certificate and a registration-to-vote card. We got back home a little after two in the morning, and I went in to work at 7:30 to cut down on my vacation hours. Liz, M, and Sarah can attest that I am even stranger when sleep deprived. . . oh, and of course, they didn't even look at my driver's license or assorted paperwork before letting me across the border. *facepalm* AND the phone doesn't work in Canada. Eternal roaming.)
On the other hand, I hit downtown Victoria at 4:30, after leaving Kirkland at a quarter to 11.
Sarah pwned her recital. My hands hurt just watching--me attempting to get near a flute would end, no doubt, Incredibly Tragically--but oooooh, the shiny.
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Date: 2006-04-22 05:06 pm (UTC)From:... *facepalm* We do point out that they might on the way back. Which could have gotten interesting in OTHER ways. =P I can just see you calling work from a Canadian payphone. "The U.S. doesn't want me back, I can't come in to work today."
I hope you're doing well.
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Date: 2006-04-22 05:07 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-04-22 05:10 pm (UTC)From:I don't know whether she's eaten today, being as I am in Vancouver. However, she did eat a yellow pepper and Vietnamese food yesterday. :)
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Date: 2006-04-22 05:14 pm (UTC)From:Thanks.
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Date: 2006-04-23 06:08 am (UTC)From:C'se tá</>.
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Date: 2006-04-24 05:00 pm (UTC)From:2. Good lord, that sounds horribly hectic.
3. Have you had food today?
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Date: 2006-04-24 08:25 pm (UTC)From: