Well. Up all night again, thank god. I love a good deadline. I get nothing done otherwise. Not like pooping around here qualifies, but all work and no SG...
There's a remerkable production of The Nutcracker Suite rehearsing in my closet. They're getting a jump on the holiday season, they say. I say their Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies is sloppy and ill-conceived. They say they had to find a dance for the kids in wheelchairs. I said the problem isn't that, the problem is making them do it in a pool of Gatorade. They said the wheelchairs are stainless steel they won't rust.
I just shut the door and let them get back to work.
Just try to keep it down I said.
There's a remerkable production of The Nutcracker Suite rehearsing in my closet. They're getting a jump on the holiday season, they say. I say their Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies is sloppy and ill-conceived. They say they had to find a dance for the kids in wheelchairs. I said the problem isn't that, the problem is making them do it in a pool of Gatorade. They said the wheelchairs are stainless steel they won't rust.
I just shut the door and let them get back to work.
Just try to keep it down I said.
You also double-post.
Sincere Regards,
M_D
Post-Script: Deadline for what?
Hey, vile is an anagram of evil.
Revelation of the day!