This photo reminds me of an image of Damian Lewis (swoon) in Dreamcatcher. I can’t find it to share with you. Maybe I imagined the whole thing.
Christmas is entirely too close. I never feel ready.
I need a current report! Where is the current report! Why won’t you just show me how to run it?
Wow. My brain is just stuck. I am all messed up from the not sleeping last night. It’s a weird feeling.
I haven’t done any target shooting in weeks.
I always liked the name Arkham.
I don’t care what anyone says, I love Steel Magnolias.
Is it possible to love the art while hating the artist?
Office holiday party tomorrow. I’m wearing my Star Trek uniform. That’s festive, right?
I have the best daughter ever.
I don’t care for my Twitter photo. I’ll have to change it. It was only meant to be funny anyway.
These potatoes mean something …
Now I have Justin Timberlake stuck in my head. Ooph.
Ok, we’re caught up. Can we please stop the overtime til January? Please? So tired.
Ache and some brr and a little ache and possibly a twinge.
I kind of miss having a stocking full of silly/fun/little/whatever stuff on Christmas morning.
I think we’re maybe getting new phones today, the mister and I. No, not iPhones.
oooooh! I think I get to cut back on some of my hours now. Yay!
I can’t stop yawning. Again.
I think that … yeah, I started that sentence, got interrupted and 20 minutes later have no idea what I was going to type.
I keep forgetting I need to get my text books for next semester.
I love Bruce Willis.
Wow. It is really damn cold out there.
So many things I want to get done over the break. Like paint girlie’s bathroom. I wonder how lazy I’ll end up being.
Some focus would be nice. I’m so burned out.
I don’t get the whole Nutella thing. Ulk.
I go back and forth, but today I’m going to have to say cavemen.
I get to leave at normal people time today. Yay!
Putting the needle on the record. Bringin’ the noise.