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Meh. I was going to share the promised pictures of Lela the witchy Brat and the twiiiiiinnnnnssssss, but Dad took the camera to work today. So no twin for you.
My headache refuses to go away. It's lurking and everytime I move, I remember it's there. Bah.
Double bah to the Better Than Ezra show next Wednesday. I would love ever so much to go, only I have to work and you have to win tickets. I still remember standing in line to see them years ago, only to learn that the one vital piece of info they kept out of the promotional stuff was that it was 18 and up... and I was a month or two shy of my birthday. The really annoying thing is that we coulda faked it had the guy at the door not known full well when my birthday was, since it's his birthday too. :p [I swear, I went for years never having met anyone with my birthday, and then I got addicted to comicbooks and I met three.] Annnnnnnd that was a most annoying night. The killer was the show the night before [the one I really, really, REALLY wanted to go to] was, naturally, all ages.
I was going somewhere with that, but I'll be damned if I remember where. So we'll flit over to work thoughts. Work flew by. Perhaps because for the first time in weeks, I was actually able to do something. I think after the week with my least favorite [to work with, he's perfectly fine all the other times] boss rolls around and ends, I'll point out that I was pretty much trained from night #2 to actually do things. I may ask questions, I may be deadly in the worst ways imaginable with their little grey texlons of doooooom, but I'm good at resets and revisions [as far as I know, anyway] and I don't actually bitch about them. I am not so hot at just wandering the store and facing for days on end. I get bored easily and I just wander aimlessly, poking at things, pretending to do things.
So I invited myself into a reset and it was grand. I love moving interesting stuff around. Okay, so it was only the air fresheners, but they got new stuff, kay? Plus we got to close the store for an hour because some club down the way was letting out after having some rap artists/act/whatever there, thus prompting larger than usual crowds, and since the people at said club are known for being nutty and armed, the cops suggest closing when they let out might be a good idea. So, tada. We did. It was fun, except when I went to answer the phone and realized customers could totally see us in cosmetics, so when I saw someone, I dropped to the floor.
Finished Dates From Hell and I think I've found three other authors to check out. Loved the Ivy/Kist story though. See, LKH? It is possible to have sex and a plot and still smoosh it all into a short story. Ask Kim Harrison how it's done. Just don't infect her.
I'm off to lunch and then sleep. Mmm. Sleep. I think I've slid to another frequency, though we're still in nightmare valley. These don't feel the same. So even with dreams of people throwing knives at me and my bestfriend then trying to help knife boy and I get back together [trust me, nightmare] it didn't have that lingering sense of ohsowrong.
And just so we're clear, I love the new RHCP song.
My headache refuses to go away. It's lurking and everytime I move, I remember it's there. Bah.
Double bah to the Better Than Ezra show next Wednesday. I would love ever so much to go, only I have to work and you have to win tickets. I still remember standing in line to see them years ago, only to learn that the one vital piece of info they kept out of the promotional stuff was that it was 18 and up... and I was a month or two shy of my birthday. The really annoying thing is that we coulda faked it had the guy at the door not known full well when my birthday was, since it's his birthday too. :p [I swear, I went for years never having met anyone with my birthday, and then I got addicted to comicbooks and I met three.] Annnnnnnd that was a most annoying night. The killer was the show the night before [the one I really, really, REALLY wanted to go to] was, naturally, all ages.
I was going somewhere with that, but I'll be damned if I remember where. So we'll flit over to work thoughts. Work flew by. Perhaps because for the first time in weeks, I was actually able to do something. I think after the week with my least favorite [to work with, he's perfectly fine all the other times] boss rolls around and ends, I'll point out that I was pretty much trained from night #2 to actually do things. I may ask questions, I may be deadly in the worst ways imaginable with their little grey texlons of doooooom, but I'm good at resets and revisions [as far as I know, anyway] and I don't actually bitch about them. I am not so hot at just wandering the store and facing for days on end. I get bored easily and I just wander aimlessly, poking at things, pretending to do things.
So I invited myself into a reset and it was grand. I love moving interesting stuff around. Okay, so it was only the air fresheners, but they got new stuff, kay? Plus we got to close the store for an hour because some club down the way was letting out after having some rap artists/act/whatever there, thus prompting larger than usual crowds, and since the people at said club are known for being nutty and armed, the cops suggest closing when they let out might be a good idea. So, tada. We did. It was fun, except when I went to answer the phone and realized customers could totally see us in cosmetics, so when I saw someone, I dropped to the floor.
Finished Dates From Hell and I think I've found three other authors to check out. Loved the Ivy/Kist story though. See, LKH? It is possible to have sex and a plot and still smoosh it all into a short story. Ask Kim Harrison how it's done. Just don't infect her.
I'm off to lunch and then sleep. Mmm. Sleep. I think I've slid to another frequency, though we're still in nightmare valley. These don't feel the same. So even with dreams of people throwing knives at me and my bestfriend then trying to help knife boy and I get back together [trust me, nightmare] it didn't have that lingering sense of ohsowrong.
And just so we're clear, I love the new RHCP song.
