Yes, I am finally researching my damn article project on speculation and yes, I told the responding editor I had a transfer slide down and yes I've been writing it in my head, but to illustrate that my cataract rage can still appreciate the unflappable numbers guy, kudos to Timothy Taylor. I suggested his current post to him, and so you see I am proud to take a little credit, having no need to email him today. He is a good man. Coming from me, you need to evaluate what it takes to get that seal of approval, and why I'd conversely execute my building manager without the slightest twinge of conscience.
Yes, I know, fine people, only 53 is still pretty close to 55. They cannot take my mind. Adjust, fight. Listening to Trudy Richardson and I bitch slap each other is a thematic lesbian food fight once removed, and I am aware of it and need to get out of her orbit. Now I'm going back to bed.
No comments:
Post a Comment