Some day soon I need to do some serious work on this bloggy thing o' mine. Interests, bio, etc. It's all a little weird and outdated right now. My interests change like the wind, but I never update them. Not that it matters, but... well, I'm particularly irked right now by the bio, which states, "I hope to be born in the summer of my 32nd year ( Read more... )

Steve's going to want to break up with me when he realizes how much stuff I have. Not just stuff. Crap. Crap that I can't part with. His hatred for me will grow with every box, case, crate and drawer he has to carry down, and then up, stairs. My only hope is that, having moved it, he will never ever want to move it again, and so will keep me, ( Read more... )

Apparently I am not going to get anything done today. What a weird week: Monday and Tuesday off, and I'm leaving early on Friday. I should have taken the whole week off and called it a vacation. I can't get my brain to slow down enough to do any work. Well, that and the next two programs I have to work on are ones that I don't find very ( Read more... )