drinkerthinker

It is 7:19 AM. I got up extra-early to get to work and print more gigantic posters before all the science people wake up and want to print theirs, too. Because I am supposed to leave for a wintery farm weekend at noon (if the electricity if back on up there), and the computer folks are less than attentive about getting the print outs from the secret locked room where the poster printer is.

If one of you would just buy me a three-foot-wide printer for Christmas, I could start the print job right now, and then get back in bed for an hour. Plus my house would smell Pantone-a-riffic all the time.

In other news, today is my best work friend's last day in the office (that's Eli, for those of you in the know). If I think about it too hard, I want to cry.