stop the noise. scratched vinyl in pieces crashed hard on your head, is what they'll do to you when they find out.
Yup. Another lot of garbage head noise, stream-of-muck.
So here I am at work just ecstatic about resolving a scripting problem that I've been working on for days and in the end discovered how entirely simple it was to fix...loverly. Time wasted. Why we're all here after all, to complete mundane tasks, file away workplans and smile at the boss. Yeesh. Is this really what I signed up for?
And I am pan-icky about missing two rehearsals for good ole "School for Scandal", my latest attempt at acting. Why do I miss these things? I am forced to question my reason. My drive. My dirty jeans thrown on in morning rush this AM.
....I will finish this script and return to detail more of above nonsense...
