Also a good tune from the Charlie Bartlett soundtrack. The lead of that film was played by the darling and tragically departed Anton Yelchin. I loved that guy... I most sincerely doubt we'll see another talent like his for a very, very long time... and that is assuming we ever see it again ever.
My work day is nearly over, and while I'll be happy to get back home, finish my housework and various projects, call John/Puppetcancer
and soak myself in a hot bath later this evening, I'm not in any real rush to get outta here. I'm here for another hour and a half, and things are pretty slow... which I can only assume is good. If people aren't phoning in, chances are pretty good that's indicative that they're not sick, hurt or worse, y'know? It may make for a longer shift for me, but I'll gladly take that if it means that patients aren't suffering and in need of medical attention. That's a fair exchange, I feel.
And since I gave her my webpage address here to check out my various scribblings and Photoshop odds n' ends on deviantART earlier today while we were talking on the phone, let me take a moment to wave to my favorite Dean person of all time, The Good Dr. Templeton, should she pass through this humble little page of mine at any point during her travels.
Hi, Dr. Templeton!
In other news that borders on pointless and irrelevant nonsense, I am so far behind in my laundry that, were I not sitting in the middle of an otherwise quiet office, I would be sorely tempted to scream. How do I do that, I wonder? How do I manage to get a fair chunk of time off from work, and somehow manage to goof around all dang day, knowing full well I have work to do, and THEN, to top that all off, have the audacity to say at the end of the day with my laundry three feet high, my floors unvacuumed and three days' worth of emails unanswered to wonder aloud, "how is it nothing got done today?" Well, Mandi, it may have something to do with the fact you were, I dunno, goofing off all day on Saturday and completely abdicating your household responsibilities, but that's just my thoughts on the matter, what do I know?
Joking aside, (in as much as I ever put joking aside, that is), I do need to buckle down tomorrow and get my rear in gear with my housework, laundry and emails that are beginning to decay in my inbox. (If you have emailed me and I've not responded, I do apologize, though I won't make excuses that I was too busy to reply... I wasn't. I was goofing off. Sorry.) I still need to check in on Jericca and Bella to find out what my girls are up to, call Uncle Beavis and organize the growing stacks of papers on my desk so that I can actually find the surface of my desk that I'm not sure has been seen since the Ford Administration. I'd ask how I got this far behind in things if I didn't know precisely how I did it; I was goofing off, that's how.
Hopefully will be heading out next weekend to Ames to see John/Puppetcancer
, but I say that under the pretense that my cold I'm currently being victimized by will be out of my system by then. (I'm not REALLY being victimized by a cold, I'm being theatrical because I'm sniffling up a storm and feeling rightly sorry for myself. I get them so rarely, but when I DO get a cold, I become the biggest baby you've ever met. And a theatrical big baby, at that!)
Well, back to the Salt Mines. Not that I'm getting too many calls, but I probably shouldn't be horsing around and holding people up.
God love you like I do, my Friends!