Beat again last night - maybe I'm not getting outside enough during the day
I skipped the new employee party at the beers and burgers place in Redmond and opted instead to stay late at work, picking "low hanging fruit" before my coworkers swarm over my project this afternoon and make me look like a fool for missing so many obvious mistakes. Once home, I convinced shadowdaddy to take me to the library, where I picked up two books by Iain Banks (but not the final book in Kage Barker's Mendoza series, damn it) and a book of sheet music for hits of the eighties that will have me well situated for performing at Howard Bulson's piano this Saturday. Afterwards we went to the Old Szechuan restuarant and had Dan Dan noodles and Hunan beef. The proprietor was so sweet to me, asking (in Chinese), "Where have you been! You have been working too hard. Take it easy and we'll make you dinner." Afterwards it was studying Japanese and reading The Years of Rice and Salt. Woo woo, work night.
This morning we've got freezing fog and an accident that got me into work 20 minutes later than usual, but thanks to Elliot I didn't notice how long the ride was. Now I'm afraid I must buckle down and dig, dig, dig for bugs ... kind of like an anteater. I should focus on my metaphor of being a cowgirl ... it's much less demeaning. In that vein ...
It's roundup time! YEEEEE HAAAAAW! (disappearing into the dust ...)