thanos73’s car when he gave me a lift partway to the T station (or outside his car as I was getting in or out), might have been at the coffee shop in the T station when I got coffee (realizing I’d left my morning coffee at home in the microwave), or it might have been in the station when I pulled out my wallet to tap my T pass. Or, I suppose, it might have fallen off my belt in the bathroom or in my bedroom or when I sat down at my computer.(Can anybody remind me the name of the coffee shop in Quincy Center so I can look them up and call them and see if it’s there? Thanks.)
Grump.
So, no phone messages for me. If you need to contact me today, email, LJ comments, and my work phone work, but SMS and my cell phone don’t. Bleah.
In other news which I don’t have time to rant about, my sleep specialist isn’t being very helpful, but I think that’s partly because she’s so overscheduled. Here I started to rant, and realized I didn’t have time.
I need a “stressed” userpic. All my userpics are of me being happy and relaxed. So the next time you see me upset, please take a picture of me; I’ll be grateful for it.
