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My QA guy is waaaaay nicer to me than anyone ever ought to be. He offered, totally unprompted, to read and offer feedback on any writing on which I wanted an outside opinion. No one ever wants to read hack shit like that. Blew me away. (I doubt I'm going to let him, though.) Um, sends awesomely funny and intelligent e-mails, and tipped me off yesterday that there was some guy taking off his pants in the hotel across the way from my window. (As soon as he sent that e-mail, he watched me, and I didn't disappoint, much to his amusement and my chagrin.) I feel really bad, 'cause I snapped at him today for something that was entirely my fault, but I think we're okay. It confuses me when people are nice to me for no good reason, but in this case it's a welcome diversion from work so I suppose I can handle it.
I have realized that this year, I'm actually going to have to remember my brother's birthday, since we work on the same floor. Normally one or both of us would be gone by mid- to end of June, so July was never really an issue. Bah. Now I need to come up with an appropriate gift.
Another reason weekends are better than weekdays: Sunday morning, I woke up from a dream that I was back in Vita, and Bill was there. Yesterday morning and today, I woke up from dreams about the Lezzie Farm and all the lezzies therein.
I have realized that this year, I'm actually going to have to remember my brother's birthday, since we work on the same floor. Normally one or both of us would be gone by mid- to end of June, so July was never really an issue. Bah. Now I need to come up with an appropriate gift.
Another reason weekends are better than weekdays: Sunday morning, I woke up from a dream that I was back in Vita, and Bill was there. Yesterday morning and today, I woke up from dreams about the Lezzie Farm and all the lezzies therein.