Calliope music Has been playing in my head for the past couple of days.
Go team I just spent two days at this goofy team-building thing for work. We went out to this corporate training area place and spent time building communication skills, breaking down silos, fostering trust, and drinking too much. We also made a funny movie, but that is a totally different story - and it wouldn't be funny at all to someone that wasn't there or worked at this place.
You know, it wasn't that bad since I was with my department and other work pals, and I would say that the majority of us totally approached the whole thing from an ironic, smirking POV. It was like camp in a way, and as I write this (supposed to be doing something else) on my last day here, I almost feel like I need to run around and get everyone's address before we all leave.
Camp I never went to a proper camp. Once, my mom signed my brother and I up for Vacation Bible School, and we bitched so much that she let us drop out after 4 days.
Bowling alley The place we were all staying at (a former mansion type place) had a bowling alley. It apparently closes at 11:30 - although I think that the desk clerk just said that when we showed up at the front desk at 12:15am, looking drunky and wondering where the bowling alley was.
Snow That was a real pretty snow we had the other day. We were way out in Long Island and it was all pretty and shit. On the trees and stuff.
Facelift It's time for a facelift for the robot, so I have been working on a re-design for the main menu page, but am always open to suggestions. Anything you wish that was on the menu? Anything that bugs you? Have an idea for a design scheme? Hit the contact page and let me know.
Sleep I haven't slept so well recently. My left arm hurts and I need to get to the doctor and get this all checked out, but until then I have a low, throbby pain in my arm. All the time. During the past couple of weeks, I have slept fine until this week. Last night was tossing and turning and waking up all the time and having really odd (and that's all I will say) dreams.
The night before that, after drinking a bit too much of 5 billion dollar scotch and eating crap-ass overpriced Italian with some work folks, it was much worse - sleep wise.
So, I am generally fatigued. That may explain my slight, glazed, dreamy look today. I look like a donut.
If we were teens I'd be making you a mix tape with vaguely suggestive songs.
happyrobot: part of the love making process People appear to be making out a lot with people they meet on the robot. That's all good.
