Not as ridiculous as...

Theme Song: Scissor Sisters - Comfortably Numb

Work drama! Oh yes, I has. I could rant here for at least two paragraphs about it, but as I've already subjected a poor "innocent" soul to my tirades today, I'll refrain. I'll sum up by saying that -- EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT --. (Must not violate no-blogging-about-work rule!)

And old people with thick skulls. ::shakes head despairingly::

Inga kicked my butt last night at Latin technique - the last week of samba. It was death-by-Corta-Jaca. Then, I drove all the way back and went immediately to the social dance, which had surprisingly low attendance. I amused myself with some chachacha and chatting before succumbing to my exhaustion and heading back to my apartment, where I uninstalled several gazillion programs from my laptop, and replaced Symantec with Avast. Between sleep cycles in the middle of the night, I installed Chrome, which is awesome sauce. Annnnnd... I played some Mario 3. Yes, in the middle of the night!

Ran this morning at oh-dark-hundred, and then work. WORK! ::grimace:: Tomorrow I have to give a presentation for a couple hours, and I'm not exactly excited about it, so I've been prepping for it. I have another dance lesson tonight at 9:30, which is way too late - but in the meantime, I'm going to Steven's.

Okay. So we just had the best gchat conversation ever.

Me: I'm sleepy.
S: Me too, I worked out. Gonna be all swoll. Chiseled.
Me: 'Swoll' is THE MOST ridiculous adjective ever.
S: Not as ridiculous as... THIS GUN SHOW! ::BOOM::
Me: ...huh? Haha. AHAHAHAHA!