Why are all the chicks in DDR doing stupid dances? The guys are all doing varied weird dances, but the chicks? All stupid, all the time. Oh well. They’re bad CGI anyway & I’m too busy trying to figure out where the next arrow is going and how to get a foot to the right place without wiping out.
Snow. WTF? I admit I like it, but these working full days from home really wear on me. Maybe it would be peaceful without the chilluns, but as it stands, not so much. M1 woke up this ayem at 5:30. She was totally clogged up & just couldn’t sleep anymore. She never did nap though today. I fell asleep on the couch during Ray-Ray, & M2, my sweet little holy terror today, snuggled up & fell asleep on my side. Poor baby. I’d asked her to get in her jammies, but noooo. She woke up & protested me putting her in her jammies, but fell back asleep almost as soon as I was done again. This is what I predict for tomorrow: Both girls up at the crack of dawn wreaking havoc upon the house & cats. Or rather, one wreaking havoc & one leaving nasty snot rags wherever they happen to end up when she’s done with them. *EW.*
Tomorrow: Client lunch. We’re going to Daniel’s Broiler. I like her, so I’m glad this postponed lunch is actually happening. Plus, lunch on someone else’s dime (PM is expensing as biz dev) is always a bonus.
The problem with exercising this time of night is that I am so not tired now. Yeah, shut up about my little nap after dinner. Even if I didn’t have a nap I’d still be up as late so… eh.
Last stream of consciousness thing before I end this post. There’s a little term importing program at work. When it opens up it says, “This program will import terms as approved. Is this what you really want?” The only rational response a woman of my age & inclinations can give to that is, “Soooo, tell me what you want, what you really really want! I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want! I wanna – I wanna – I wanna – I wanna – I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig-ahhh!” And what’s more, I have to do a funny little dance in my chair as I sing it. Invariably some developer or graphics or tester dude is walking past. At this point I think we’ve got them thinking the taxmologists are… unique… people…
Edited to add: Rain? I think I hear… Rain? Rain!
