Good lord.

I've just called our home phone approximately 15 times in a row, trying to get the important bits of the previous (now outdated) outgoing message written down, so I could record a new outgoing message, which necessitated another 3 calls, because the bloody voicemail system won't let you listen to the message once you've recorded it, and my accent makes "Fringe Festival" sound like "French Festival". Now, of course, I'm all sorts of self-conscious about my voice, which just sounds nasally and not very pleasant. Combine that with the horror of the Land's End Virtual Model looking dumpy as fuck once I put my vital stats in, and it's not a good self-esteem day Chez Juliana.

And now that I've abused the comma to its limit, I shall swoop away into the wilds of slacking off. Whee!

(I love it. First day back, and my boss is working from home. Very relaxing.)


(Holy fuck, I dreamt about this post over a year ago. Stupid deja vu. Give me something more interesting!)