(All the lefties are going to freak about the title of this post. ZOMG! She’s one of those rapture freaks!)
I left my good microphone in Virginia, and I am in NJ. With a kick-ass script and a crappy mic. Dammit. No contribution to the podcast for me this time, unless Doug feels like postponing until Monday (which I doubt).
Well, I can put it in for the next one. It’s not time-sensitive.
It’s 13 degrees out. Fahrenheit, to my foreign readers. I’ve decided that I really don’t need to go anywhere for another couple of hours at the least, and maybe not for the rest of the day. I hate the cold. I can’t wait for spring.