Isn't there supposed to be an over-abundance of calendars at this time of year? Who, at my insurance company, do I have to eat pancakes with to get a calendar around here? And the pages in my day timer ran out so I just don't know what I'm supposed to be doing! Oh my god! So I did a very good job of doing absolutely nothing today.
Michael called today to let me know that he will be arriving at YVR at 7am tomorrow, not 7pm. I said, "Hmm... yeah, I guess if you were flying in at 7pm it would have said nineteen hundred hours, not seven hundred". Yep. Then I said, "I'm not coming to get you at 7am" though he strongly encouraged me to get up at 5am to accomodate him. I feel badly. Am I bad? Don't answer that.
Here is a picture from last night's worm-infested fiasco. I'm not sure what's wrong with my face, but you'll be glad to know it didn't stay that way.
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