we’ve reached the contant heart-attack/nervous breakdown/hummingbird stage of our worklife. big deadlines loom, there’s a ton of work to be done, and, of course, very little time to do it. it’s sort of extremely stressful and oddly exhilirating all at the same time. i think i like it because ideas are thrown around with incredible speed, decisions are made, conversations are picked up and dropped off in the midst of thoughts and yet everyone seems to get what in the hell is going on.
i kinda dig it. even more so, i’m digging it because somehow i’ve managed not to let it totally freak me out to the point where i’m not sleeping. sleep makes it all the easier to deal with.
but of course with extreme stress and pressure, comes extreme silliness. Al, the cutest girl on earth™, and seamus were just standing at my desk, we were all partaking in some of Al’s homemade trailmix. when seamus gleeked.
Al, apparently had never seen someone gleek before. she was instantly replused and amazed. i, of course, could not be outdone so i whipped out my two-stream gleek.
“you’re like a viper,” Al shouted!
“that’s awesome,” seamus said.
we then tried to teach Al to gleek, but she couldn’t seem to do it. it doesn’t help that seamus and i have different gleeking methods. i curl my tongue over, exposing the bottom of my tongue, and he somehow curls his under.