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40cakesBlech. Just feel tired now. Don't want to do ANYTHING, which is a shame given how much there is to do. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prettykate and zuppy28 just organized the FASTEST PRODUCTION EVER, so kudos to those two. Apparently some figure-skater's wife came in to do some VO work for us, and since he was here, they figured, "Hey, let's see if Promos wants to shoot anything with him!" This all happened approximately 15 minutes before he arrived.
I'm also hungry and contemplating lunch. I thought I had a tuna sandwich around here somewhere, and that statement itself makes me wary of eating it (though I'd have to find it first). Dave got Chinese food. Mm, chinese. Or maybe Burger King. I could STILL go for some Burger King.
Y'know, for those of you who don't know/haven't been here, in the first floor of my building is "the market." The Market has no less than four bakeries, an Italian place, a Thai place, a French place, an English place, a grill, bagels, sushi, soup, and sandwich. Every time there's a new visitor, when they come to the office, they say, without fail, "Wow, you must have it made come lunchtime!"
...sort of. I mean, they have these cupcakes and muffins down there that are to DIE for. And one place makes a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich that's worth its $4 price tag. The bagels have spoiled me to ever, ever eating anywhere else, and the soup place is incredibly creative and always delicious. But you get tired of it after a while. For example, right now I could go downstairs and get any of those delicacies quite easily, or call another local place and get something delivered. Instead, I want some damn mass-produced kangaroo/cat/cheap meat burgers and onion rings. AND AN ORANGE SODA.
prettykate and zuppy28 just organized the FASTEST PRODUCTION EVER, so kudos to those two. Apparently some figure-skater's wife came in to do some VO work for us, and since he was here, they figured, "Hey, let's see if Promos wants to shoot anything with him!" This all happened approximately 15 minutes before he arrived. I'm also hungry and contemplating lunch. I thought I had a tuna sandwich around here somewhere, and that statement itself makes me wary of eating it (though I'd have to find it first). Dave got Chinese food. Mm, chinese. Or maybe Burger King. I could STILL go for some Burger King.
Y'know, for those of you who don't know/haven't been here, in the first floor of my building is "the market." The Market has no less than four bakeries, an Italian place, a Thai place, a French place, an English place, a grill, bagels, sushi, soup, and sandwich. Every time there's a new visitor, when they come to the office, they say, without fail, "Wow, you must have it made come lunchtime!"
...sort of. I mean, they have these cupcakes and muffins down there that are to DIE for. And one place makes a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich that's worth its $4 price tag. The bagels have spoiled me to ever, ever eating anywhere else, and the soup place is incredibly creative and always delicious. But you get tired of it after a while. For example, right now I could go downstairs and get any of those delicacies quite easily, or call another local place and get something delivered. Instead, I want some damn mass-produced kangaroo/cat/cheap meat burgers and onion rings. AND AN ORANGE SODA.
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