I am breathing again. Things going a bit more smoothly now that operation get-that-thing-done-NOW is complete and on it’s way out of town even as I write this. The folks here at the office would call this “Celebrating our Success” - really just a happy-happy catch phrase meaning kick you feet up and take a breath after a crazy project is finally done. So that’s what I am doing. Of course, many thanks to some dude named Ben at Kinkos who was instrumental in completing this. He’ll never read these words - I hope — that WOULD be strange some guy from Kinkos reading my blog — but I felt it necessary to plug them anyhow. ON the sporatic-thought-meaningless-hyper-writer-note: I have been contemplating some new words. I won’t share here or now, but things are definitely in the works… Lunch time plans: Futureshop finally emailed me to inform me that my photos are done. I think I’ll check those out. No need to share, I just developed the ones that were posted on in the photogallery last monday. Digital pics are funny that way: you have the images on the computer and THEN you get the print out ones. Odd, that. |
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