Is it the weekend yet? I mean, really? Is it the weekend yet?
Been a very long day, and it's not over yet. I have to get up for work in a scant 7 hours.
I had a good TM meeting tonight. The table topics were especially fun. I will tell you about them.
We were presented with 4 envelopes. The first one contained a noun. The second, a verb. The 3rd, a colour. The final one, another noun. The sequence would produce a sentence, and we had to find a way for it to make sense. Mine was "Elvis Presley running gray hair". I likened it to a conspiracy as to how Elvis Presley could make it to the age of 42 years old without getting any gray hair. I started going gray a long time ago, long before 42. Yet, Elvis didn't get any. What's up with that?
Grabbed a slice of pizza on the way home. Got home and fed Cindy and Newbie. Watched a bit of tv. Tried to connect to work via rdp and realized I forgot some information I need to do so. Silly me.
Tomorrow is Thursday, and Patricia tells me that she will be so busy at work that she won't have time to talk to me, probably all day. I'll have to have a liquid lunch to get over this terrible repudiation. Maybe I'll have a good cry. Have a Dr. Phil tear-up-my-pictures-of-her moment. Works for me.
See you tomorrow.