Wednesday, December 06, 2006
in response to my away message reading, "still no heat"
Whitney: whaddya mean no heat? no heat where? are you cold? do you need a blanket? a coat? a festive sweater with a reindeer face on it? (not to WEAR--i mean, the one colin firth wears in bridget jones's diary... with colin firth in it. mmm, colin firth.)
me: colin firth would be nice
i wouldn't object to him keeping me warm even in a reindeer jumper
no heat at work
not since sunday
Whitney: yeah, i got distracted once i thought of it, but my intention was to find out about no heat
me: the thermostat bottoms out at 50, and the needle is pointing below that
Whitney: holy cow--vacate the premises
it's an igloo
me: plus one of the teachers brought a space heater, which blew a fuse
so 2 classrooms and the book room are now without lights
and the outlets don't work in the other 2 classrooms
Whitney: y'all need funding
me: it's not wake tech
it's st. saviour's center
Whitney: y'all need a new site
me: maybe
Whitney: y'all need heat?
me: mos def
Whitney: ok, yes, y'all need heat
me: yes
so I have on wool pants
2 shirts, a hoodie and a wool coat
gloves
and I didn't wash my hair this morning because I didn't want to
come in here with it wet
Whitney: you're typing with gloves on?
me: yes
well
they have half-fingers
Whitney: ahhhh, cool
me: and then a mitten part that you can weawr or not
wear
Whitney: i know the kind
me: right
that's what they are
Whitney: that's not as impressive as strong bad typing with boxing gloves on all the time
but i know you're not trying to impress
me: no
just keep warm
Whitney: are you doing an ok job of it?
me: yes
I'll jog up and down the stairs if I get too cold
Whitney: good then. and i'll think warm thoughts of you.
me: thanks
Whitney: beth by a crackling fire... beth laying out on a sunny beach... beth sipping a hot apple blast... beth cozy on a couch wrapped in a down comforter... beth in a vat of lava...
wait wait
not that last one
me: lava might be nice
Whitney: no, don't do it. i know it SEEMS like finding the hottest thing possible is a good way to combat the coldest thing you can imagine
but it would actually burn you
the lava would burn you badly
me: but I already have the vat here
Whitney: WHAT?!?! NO BETH!!
me: I was just taking off my shoes
Whitney: Do NOT get in that vat of lava!!
DON'T DO IT!!!!!!
me: buoit ists soo warrmmm
ffinenrgers ffresszinng
ennnnnnereeed llllaaava
Whitney: NO NO!! stay with me, stay with me, keep typing
me: ccannnt'st
Whitney: dear God, Beth, the cold has stolen your sanity!!
don't listen to it!
stay away from the lava!
me: mmmuutstt geett in llavvva
Whitney: (i'm laughing like an idiot with no one else around me)
me: me too
Whitney: put your shoes on
me: oh fine
Whitney: you'll be warmer that way
me: true
can I just have the vat of lava sitting next to me?
it puts off a lot of heat
I won't get in.
promise
Whitney: sure... as long as you promise you won't listen to it calling you
ok
then enjoy the heat radiating from the vat of lava
me: sweet
Whitney: space heater, shmace heater--vats of lava are where it's at!
me: colin firth would be nice
i wouldn't object to him keeping me warm even in a reindeer jumper
no heat at work
not since sunday
Whitney: yeah, i got distracted once i thought of it, but my intention was to find out about no heat
me: the thermostat bottoms out at 50, and the needle is pointing below that
Whitney: holy cow--vacate the premises
it's an igloo
me: plus one of the teachers brought a space heater, which blew a fuse
so 2 classrooms and the book room are now without lights
and the outlets don't work in the other 2 classrooms
Whitney: y'all need funding
me: it's not wake tech
it's st. saviour's center
Whitney: y'all need a new site
me: maybe
Whitney: y'all need heat?
me: mos def
Whitney: ok, yes, y'all need heat
me: yes
so I have on wool pants
2 shirts, a hoodie and a wool coat
gloves
and I didn't wash my hair this morning because I didn't want to
come in here with it wet
Whitney: you're typing with gloves on?
me: yes
well
they have half-fingers
Whitney: ahhhh, cool
me: and then a mitten part that you can weawr or not
wear
Whitney: i know the kind
me: right
that's what they are
Whitney: that's not as impressive as strong bad typing with boxing gloves on all the time
but i know you're not trying to impress
me: no
just keep warm
Whitney: are you doing an ok job of it?
me: yes
I'll jog up and down the stairs if I get too cold
Whitney: good then. and i'll think warm thoughts of you.
me: thanks
Whitney: beth by a crackling fire... beth laying out on a sunny beach... beth sipping a hot apple blast... beth cozy on a couch wrapped in a down comforter... beth in a vat of lava...
wait wait
not that last one
me: lava might be nice
Whitney: no, don't do it. i know it SEEMS like finding the hottest thing possible is a good way to combat the coldest thing you can imagine
but it would actually burn you
the lava would burn you badly
me: but I already have the vat here
Whitney: WHAT?!?! NO BETH!!
me: I was just taking off my shoes
Whitney: Do NOT get in that vat of lava!!
DON'T DO IT!!!!!!
me: buoit ists soo warrmmm
ffinenrgers ffresszinng
ennnnnnereeed llllaaava
Whitney: NO NO!! stay with me, stay with me, keep typing
me: ccannnt'st
Whitney: dear God, Beth, the cold has stolen your sanity!!
don't listen to it!
stay away from the lava!
me: mmmuutstt geett in llavvva
Whitney: (i'm laughing like an idiot with no one else around me)
me: me too
Whitney: put your shoes on
me: oh fine
Whitney: you'll be warmer that way
me: true
can I just have the vat of lava sitting next to me?
it puts off a lot of heat
I won't get in.
promise
Whitney: sure... as long as you promise you won't listen to it calling you
ok
then enjoy the heat radiating from the vat of lava
me: sweet
Whitney: space heater, shmace heater--vats of lava are where it's at!
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