Just a couple of mediocre observations:
Low grade fevers that last a week are tedious, and arguably worse than watching your team come in second. But not quite as bad as the spikes in temperature that always come at night. They say love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come. (Actually, only Matt Groening says that.) I say, wish there were ice weasels on the way. Ice weasels sound cool and refreshing.
Jewish people are Jews. Turkish people are Turks. Why are Amish people not Ams?
Few things in life piss me off more than finding someone in my seat at a concert. But one of them is having that Adam Henry demand to see my ticket. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just get the f*ck out of my seat, asshole."
How I Met Your Mother is really growing on me. I just wish Bob Sagat would get laryngitis.
Lients are cliars. And I hate status memos more than TPS reports.
I have cancelled my last two planned weekend getaways. This weekend isn't looking too good either. Girl Scout cookies go on sale Saturday. My in-laws are having Christmas dinner on Sunday (don't ask) and Monday there is a holiday that none of my clients expect me to celebrate, so I'll be pushing paper all day and preparing for a deposition. So, cancel it. My next cancelled weekend getaway will be in about a month. I am really looking forward to it.
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