lunch

[sab]

We're at theOffice, where I'm shuffling between working hard on penknife's project and trying to find new ways to make staphylococcal endocarditis funny.

Because I'm not procrastinating, as I fully intend to find the humor in the right atrium (complete with painful nodules and splinter hemhorrages, fever, sweating and anal leakage) in the next three pages of this script come hell or high water, but for quiet room's sake --

_maayan, sorlklewis: lemme know iffen you're hungry and we'll get lunch. We're allowed to leave our workstation set up here for approximately a half hour, which I think is reasonable. I'm good in, oh, an hour or so?

(And M, this, of course, means you, as B is already saying telepathically: "I don't care." *g)

Comments

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Hee - told SL this already, but I just love the vision of the three of you, writerly and intent and focused, being productive LA girls in the August sun:)

How goes the nose biting?

[penknife.livejournal.com]

Wow, that looks like a great place to work. And I bet nobody makes you try to write while someone's putting Mardi Gras beads around your neck and insisting that you play a toy piano with one hand.

[sorlklewis.livejournal.com]

as B is already saying telepathically: "I don't care."

Am not! Because the silence is DEAFENING, and thus, driving me nuts. But, you're getting work done, so, I suppose "I don't care." *g*

Btw, jazz is 5.30 to 8.30.

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Well then. These are our options. 1. Go, eat, come back. 2. Stay. 3. Go, eat, don't come back. 4. Go later, eat, don't come back. And obviously the nebulous 5. "go later, eat, come back."

VOTE PLEASE. B, poke M or throw, at her, a pen.

[sorlklewis.livejournal.com]

I like 3 and 4, so whichever. Or, bonus round: I'm fine with packing my stuff up and walking around, and finding a nice busy & noisy place to sit and write, and You guys can stay here, or come back after eating, or whatever.

[-maayan.livejournal.com]

I'm with B. It's so fucking quiet I want to stand on chair and bellow out hobbit songs. How can people concentrate on anything in all this SILENCE?

I don't really need food yet today, but I'm game if you do.

What time do you want to get home and make pretty for J and O (sorry, S!)?

[sorlklewis.livejournal.com]

How can people concentrate on anything in all this SILENCE?

'Zactly. And actually, I think I'm gonna pack up and go outside in the next 5 minutes, because I need noise of some sort. Cars, horns, people. Noise. This silence is killing what's left of my brain, and it's SAD, because I'm finally, mildly, inspired to write.

[-maayan.livejournal.com]

Shame. And Sab is doing so much work (or typing up a storm, anyway), it makes me feel bad, but the water fountain is driving me batshit.

[sorlklewis.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Sigh.

What they need, rather than a water fountain, is music. Doesn't have to be loud, but for the love of productivity, a water fountain and the clicking of many keys just encourages homicide.

[wearemany.livejournal.com]

what i need is office space in a place where everybody can play Josh and scream into their phones w/o getting up. isn't that why people have headphones? why can't i be on the phone if no one can hear me? if a professional political operative (cackling wildly) screams in a room where no one can hear, will anyone get elected?