rm | sundries - brief, weird

A way no office meeting should start:

"Does anyone have any issues they'd like to raise?"
"There are worms on the kitchen ceiling again."

I almost feel silly continuing this post after that. Because nothing else I have to say could possibly top it. Oh let's see: I had a meltdown at work today -- sobbing -- just too much to learn, too much to keep up with, expectations too high, somewhere where I'm isolated and tired. Now, of course, I feel completely embarrassed and ashamed about it, but wow, I needed that. I don't know.

At dinner tonight someone told me about "flounder stomping." IS THIS TRUE? PUTTING ON SPECIAL SHOES TO STOMP ON FISH IN THE MUDFLATS? Why, oh why?

You all are right about the opera, of course. It's boggling to me that _I_ was angling to wear jeans. Me! I just look so hot and so masculine in this jeans, they are my favorite thing ever. Alas. So, I'm going to wear my black suit, now it's a matter of shirt and tie -- flash colors, or white shirt with black tie with the fine silver stripe? Help me out! You all know the contents of my wardrobe anyway -- I post shirt pictures often enough.

Finally, someone on my friends list has just pointed me towards a 1970s porn musical. Not, a musical about porn. But a porn, that's a musical. This has broken my brain and raised more questions that I could possibly even consider sharing with you all, although odds are you can guess a few of them. Er, yeah.