vicarz | (no subject)

Dear Mr. McDonnell: Please stop calling my house. I have already voted against you (at about 6:15 AM today) and while I appreciate the pleas of both you and your wife, I am both unlikely to return to the polling place to try and change my vote, and annoyed at the frequent calls. Worse, you both hardly give me time to get a word in edgewise, and seem practically non-responsive to my questions and comments.

Gave up and called the doctor when carrying a 6-pack of beer made me wince in pain. I'm hoping to trade my elbow in for a shimano ball-gear. Funny - I started doing squats as part of a mission to increase my bench. Now I could give a rodent's gluteus maximus less about my bench.

I would like to post for the public record that once again I insisted I was right about a fact I knew well, while Janna thought that fact was other than I recalled it, and it turned out she was right again. I just shouldn't argue.

ACKC has half-priced sundaes on mondays until the end of the year, in case you're so inclined.

At work I gave up and spent a few hours organizing the research that proves THEM wrong on each and every point. I just don't care anymore - in this case I'm demonstrably right and now I've wasted the time to prove it. Again. On the plus side - my ability to do legal research with regard to decisions by and related to the Authority is far sharper.

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I've received no calls from McDonnell, but have received 7 messages (don't know how many calls, this is just messages!) a day from the Deeds people. So annoying!

oh so happy to live in dc....

Machine-ing calls illegal there?

No, but I didn't have to deal with Virginia calls :)

Actually, I've never gotten any calls -- probably because I use a cell as my home phone.

I meant to say 7 messages a day for the past 5 days.

Wow - regardless of political affiliation that's a giant reason to hate!

ackc. monday. soon.

Hell with a side of yes!

I sort of remember what I thought I was right about . . . but I don't?

I want to remember. The memory is taunting me . . . a ghostly thing at my side that won't reveal its secrets.

Humph. Too tired to think right now. How was I right?

Price of sauce...I mean pasta. Yes, we're so domestic I noted that.

ow...sorry to hear of your injury. I hate when an injury sidelines me
from working out.