"I'm naked!" (not really, I'm at work)
Today is going incredibly slowly. It's only twenty past ten in the morning, and I feel like I've been sitting at my desk for fifteen hours already. Blerg. Granted, there has been plenty of work for me to do, and I still have new SOP's to put into the QA folders, but this seems to be one of those days when every minute takes ten to get through. Someone want to increase the RPM for me?
I took things very easy on Monday afternoon and all of yesterday. Monday evening I was inundated with visitors, so FuzzyBen, Alabaster, WenchWoman, poing_critter, neongraal and I all squished onto my bed and watched Pulp Fiction for the gazillionth time. I was a little restless, so finished my ironing and hung washing and generally pottered some while it was on. It was great to have friends around keeping me company, though. *hugs them all*
Neither Ben nor I went to work on Tuesday (I had threatened to tie Ben to the bedposts and call his boss for him, but he did it himself. *sulk*), so we slept in until my brother called. He's home and as well as can be expected - he's not in plaster, but thoroughly stitched and wrapped up. As he sliced through the bone in his big toe lengthways, there was no point in plastering his foot; it will heal just as well on it's own. He can't really walk, and can't drive at all (it's his right foot), but other than that is OK. Jezebel wasn't too happy at his absense though, and managed to wreck a poster, break a lamp, and savage my book of The Stand. Bad puppy. Taz is going to give me his copy when he's finished reading it, though, so no worries.
Ben and I spent the day quietly - I've been corrupting him quite successfully into Buffydom, so we watched more of Season 2 whilst lying in bed. I inadvertantly flashed my landlady when she bustled in and I was painting my toe-nails after my shower (and hence was naked); but managed to mostly cover myself up with the duvet when it happened. I think it was more embarrassing for her than for me! I managed to not flash the electricians when they arrived just after 11am, and we left in the early afternoon to go over to Ben's. He was absolutely knackered and slept for most of the afternoon, while I caught up on LJ and wrote my TwoHeadedCat column for next Monday. It's all about tattoos. Mine, mostly.
After a lovely dinner by Li'l Chef (vegetarian loaf that was really nice, and cucumber soup that was like cheese sauce and not nice at all), I scooted off to do my grocery shopping and a few errands. lather AKA DrGeek wanted me to drop in, as she had a present for me, so I arrived at her place about 7:30 and was awarded with both a hug and a very cool French calender of naked rugby men. I don't give a toss about the rugby, but the pictures are gorgeous!
There's a funny tale about how the 100% lesbian lather got this poster, and I'm going to tell it. A week ago she went to an evening at a (male) gay friend's house, where they watched a film about the making of this calender. At the end of the night the calender (imported from France) was raffled off, and she won it - which she found extremely amusing. Some of the guys were really hoping she would give it to them, having pretty much no interest in it herself (dangly bits really aren't her thing), but she thought of me and the crappy week I was going to be having, and so told them she had someone to give it to. And now I have it!
For those of you that have seen my room, I have taken down the giant plastic boobies to the right of my bed and put the calender up - it now balances out the erotic female art calender to the left side, as they're the same size. Looking good!
Random recommendations:
Random hugs for people on my friends list: sidherian, fishie, armeniel, swmbo, newbabel. Some for a reason; some for no reason.
I took things very easy on Monday afternoon and all of yesterday. Monday evening I was inundated with visitors, so FuzzyBen, Alabaster, WenchWoman, poing_critter, neongraal and I all squished onto my bed and watched Pulp Fiction for the gazillionth time. I was a little restless, so finished my ironing and hung washing and generally pottered some while it was on. It was great to have friends around keeping me company, though. *hugs them all*
Neither Ben nor I went to work on Tuesday (I had threatened to tie Ben to the bedposts and call his boss for him, but he did it himself. *sulk*), so we slept in until my brother called. He's home and as well as can be expected - he's not in plaster, but thoroughly stitched and wrapped up. As he sliced through the bone in his big toe lengthways, there was no point in plastering his foot; it will heal just as well on it's own. He can't really walk, and can't drive at all (it's his right foot), but other than that is OK. Jezebel wasn't too happy at his absense though, and managed to wreck a poster, break a lamp, and savage my book of The Stand. Bad puppy. Taz is going to give me his copy when he's finished reading it, though, so no worries.
Ben and I spent the day quietly - I've been corrupting him quite successfully into Buffydom, so we watched more of Season 2 whilst lying in bed. I inadvertantly flashed my landlady when she bustled in and I was painting my toe-nails after my shower (and hence was naked); but managed to mostly cover myself up with the duvet when it happened. I think it was more embarrassing for her than for me! I managed to not flash the electricians when they arrived just after 11am, and we left in the early afternoon to go over to Ben's. He was absolutely knackered and slept for most of the afternoon, while I caught up on LJ and wrote my TwoHeadedCat column for next Monday. It's all about tattoos. Mine, mostly.
After a lovely dinner by Li'l Chef (vegetarian loaf that was really nice, and cucumber soup that was like cheese sauce and not nice at all), I scooted off to do my grocery shopping and a few errands. lather AKA DrGeek wanted me to drop in, as she had a present for me, so I arrived at her place about 7:30 and was awarded with both a hug and a very cool French calender of naked rugby men. I don't give a toss about the rugby, but the pictures are gorgeous!
There's a funny tale about how the 100% lesbian lather got this poster, and I'm going to tell it. A week ago she went to an evening at a (male) gay friend's house, where they watched a film about the making of this calender. At the end of the night the calender (imported from France) was raffled off, and she won it - which she found extremely amusing. Some of the guys were really hoping she would give it to them, having pretty much no interest in it herself (dangly bits really aren't her thing), but she thought of me and the crappy week I was going to be having, and so told them she had someone to give it to. And now I have it!
For those of you that have seen my room, I have taken down the giant plastic boobies to the right of my bed and put the calender up - it now balances out the erotic female art calender to the left side, as they're the same size. Looking good!
Random recommendations:
- janedavitt wrote Jeeves and Wooster pr0n, and did a damn fine job on it. Go. Read.
- And willshenillshe's latest Slashed Sonnet is in a wonderful new apocalyptic AU, with Lindsey and Xander. I want more of it, so I'm going to pimp it mercilessly. You can read it here.
Random hugs for people on my friends list: sidherian, fishie, armeniel, swmbo, newbabel. Some for a reason; some for no reason.