Call the toll free, get pissed on from a great height. Sorry, can’t answer your call, call later. Click, Bzz. Need to talk to Canada Post before I can tell one of my coworkers that she’s an ignorant sociopath with delusions of adequacy; strangely I need to check my facts, even if she doesn’t.
Annoying.
Broke a large piece of glass this morning trying to get the food I cooked for a company potluck into a bag to carry it. Cut myself three times cleaning it up and I just realized I cut my leg as well as dropping the lid on my foot.
Happy fucking Monday, y’all. Only good thing about this morning was the brevity of the commute and the pan fried scallops I had for brekky.
Trying to train Margot to grunt on command is hopeless, and yet entertaining.
I wrapped the present for the needy family this morning. It’s the first 3 books of the Scott Pilgrim series. The 14 year old boy did ask for graphic novels after all.
In other news, I went to check out the cajon that’s on craigslist in town and it sucked so I didn’t buy it.
In other news, Katie and Keith are back in Vancouver and I cooked a baron of beef (mit gravy) and mashed spuds and broccoli for dinner last night. Paul stopped by to eat and run. I don’t mind, he cooked two meals earlier this week both of which were awesome.
Feels weird to be through The Wire. I am thinking about that a lot.