There is no way to walk down a flight of stairs with your legs shaking (because your heels are too high, the hem of your dress is riding up and you were a little too enthusiastic at the gym) without drawing attention to yourself. The wrong kind of attention.
Today I learned (again) not to ever let people at work know I know how to do crap that they don't know I know how to do.
Someday when I learn that I'm going to learn to remember it.
(sigh)
My master plan to avoid wasting time completely while on Lit, I thought I'd be able to listen to James Patterson, PRIVATE LONDON on CD while clicking around here.
However I have learned that while I can drive and listen to a CD I can not type and listen.