So what was the over and under for Stations last night? I got there on time and made it to the 8th station before I started crying. After some momentary hysteria, I realized that if I count the ceiling tiles, I can pull myself back a little.
The plan was to go back on Atkins today....and I did, but that always makes me think that I need to have a last, great *bad* meal the night before. There were limited choices on a Friday in Lent. I was passing the Gas Tanks when I called Lobster Hut at 8:02 pm. "When do you close?", "8:30."..."Ok, can I place an order to be picked up?"...."No, you have to come in." Ok, even I don't drive that fast. Sadly, I ended up with a fish sandwich from Burger King. Jennifer said it was sad, but in that "you-are-pitiful-but-I-have-no-sympathy" voice. But seriously, shouldn't there be special consideration given to let people coming from Stations order on the phone?
I didn't take the Ambien. I took the magnesium. It's a powder, you dissolve it in boiling water and drink it..........blech! I had trouble falling asleep and woke up with a headache. But even someone as impatient as me knows we have to give it a few days.
I made it into work, but I am not working. I am surfing and blogging. I needed to show and answer the phones, so Nic could leave. My plan is to screw at 1700 on the dot.
"Government can do something for the people only in proportion as it can do something to the people."
Greta at Kiss My Gumbo & WIST radio interviewed Brothers At War director Jake Rademacher. I have a Fandango alert telling me when it's coming to Boston. Go listen to the interview, you'll want to see it too.
My newest cousin - Griffin.