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Okay, so. The other two hours of the season premiere were last night. Once again, I watched it with my mother, and we now have a standing date on Monday nights to watch it together (as long as it does, in fact, air on Monday nights. Otherwise we're screwed.)

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( Spoilers, ho! )

"Y mouille pas à peu près!"

Such were the comments at the office this morning. It's raining cats and dogs out there, and the ground is absolutely covered in slippery, wet ice.

I managed to get to the bus stop without killing myself only because I was following a group of little kids, and avoided every single patch of ice they slipped on. Don't worry, they were fine: they don't weigh much and they were dressed in thick snowsuits that padded their falls. I suspect I would have hurt myself much worse if I'd been the one to fall.

I am declaring today the Day of Soggy Paper. Everyone who comes in either drips on my papers or else hands me a very wet envelope. Which in turn leads me to one of my favourite passtimes, writing open letters to the asshats who make my day-to-day existence more annoying.

Dear Asshats Who Send Us Stuff By Messenger,

For the love of God, stop stapling your goddamn checks together. This is bad enough on normal days, when I have to unstaple them all at risk to life and limb. However, on days when it's raining, stapling your papers together means that they tear when I unstaple them, which is bad for everyone concerned.

If you're so goddamned worried about your checks, use a goddamned paperclip. It's not hard.

No love,

Me


Anyway, that's all for now. I'm hungry and a bit cranky, but otherwise things are well with the world. I didn't go to dance class last night, but instead passed out around 9pm and slept all the way through to 7am. Obviously I needed the sleep. Hopefully I'll be able to catch up on the class I missed next week.

QotD

"I like global warming, but I don't like it that much!"
--Boss!Man, commenting on the weather