9:58: Oh, lovies, I never doubted you for a minute. Oh, that old thing? That post below the dashes? Please. That wasn’t me. That was crazy-overworked-nauseous-from-lack-of-sleep-and-hunger Lauren. She’s a terror. The real Lauren (me) always knew you could do it, darlings. The real Lauren, see, her coworker (let’s just call him Obi-Frank-Kanobi) fed her like an hour ago, so she’s okay now.
Still at work… blahdiblahdiblah. Cracking up. Again. Having a Star Wars quote-off with a coworker via inter-office chat. This is significant because I understand about as much Star Warsology as Joba understands manners… so… um… Google it is.
And Game Day is not working. Which is frustrating, because I’m relying on highlight reels and sports blogs.
Of course, the images I make up in my head of what is going on in the game (and I still haven’t slept, so think lots of sparkling colors) might just be more interesting.
Anyone ACTUALLY watching want to tell me why we’re not hitting?
Use the force, Crawford! It’s this thing that shoots green lasers out of toilet paper tubes.
Does anyone else have the PC version of “Forget you” in their head?