2005-12-07 - 2:42 a.m.
There's snow on the ground now, and one of the dozens of weird little discount stores on Yonge Street near my work has a rack full of leggings outside now, advertised with a sign that reads "Warm thights!". I am assuming that this is a short form for tights that will keep your thighs warm...
I am in cabinet submission hell at work. Every time I have to re-write our submission it gets slightly more hysterical. In this last draft I managed to work in a reference to the Black Plague. I think some part of me still beleives that if I can just persuade the Important People that what we are doing is urgent, they will stop insisting on a bureaucratic process that will take another six months to a year (and possibly kill me in the process). This is how civil servants begin to lose their mind.
Note to self: buy more of those B-complex anti-stress vitamin pills.
Also? Stop thinking about Ebola (ugh).
