Poor Robin Gibb. I have gotten 4595949390405 emails re this, and you'd think I was a Gibb myself. Which I am. IN MY MIND.
Also, I probably should've just Xd off the "s" but I used the proofreader's "delete" sign just out of habit. Honestly, who can take a celebrity death and make it 100% about her? Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
In other news, I am up and navigating and going to work today. My discharge papers said, "Return to work as desired," so I was thinking next month, maybe? Despite the fact that I was (a) supposed to work there a few days and it's now been five weeks and (2) my paycheck still didn't get right, they called me yesterday morning to see if I could do some work from home. Which I did. I know.
Really, I did it at the tire store, because when I got up yesterday morning I realized my tire was flat. How does that happen? I mean, I know how it happens, but it's just so sneaky.
And you know my car tried to tell me? It showed me this light Saturday that looked like parentheses with an exclamation point in the middle. Like this: (!). I was all, yeah, car. I like parentheses, too! Totally with you on that. Then I was like, hey, car, are you trying to show me your labia? Because, come on. Inappropriate.
I guess that's why eventually it got frustrated with me and just let the tire get flat.
And since I was stuck at that riveting spot for an hour, I did some proofreading. My other choices were to flirt with the 60-year-old man wearing jorts in the lobby, or to watch The Parent Trap with Linday Lohan, before she ruined herself. I guess alternatively, I could have just emailed labias to people. (!)
So now I have to shower and get dressed and go work AGAIN. Oh! But Peg had a party and Ima have to tell you about it eventually. This time I managed to go there and keep my food down.
Catch you later! (!)