Snarf!

Someone just walked past my desk saying it's National Procrastination Week. I'd no idea.



I guess they just didn't get the word out in time.

Whee!

I just bought the last little Corpse Bride doll Tower had. Squee!

My coworkers refuse to even look at her. Aw.

Stunned.

I'm booked.


I'm actually going. U2's "Bad" was playing on the iPod and I cried. Until, of course, I realised I'd booked it all wrong and had several frantic minutes on the phone with Expedia and Wachovia straightening everything out. But I'm booked. It's real. Saturday, I go to get my passport paperwork done. I'm going to London.


Oh, wow.




OH! And I'm going to the second night of Coriolanus at The Globe!

http://www.shakespeares-globe.org/navigation/framesetNS.htm