I just like this icon, and don't use it much.
Well, once again I have managed to not post anything in forever. I kept meaning to answer the comments that people left on my last post, but time just gets away from me. Work is overloaded (which is far far better than being unemployed!) but I've been put on a project that I came to haaaaaate, which meant I'm not very productive because my brain wanted to run away, which has led to a lot of days of sitting in front of the work computer from 8 am to 11 pm in order to get 5 or 6 hours of work done. Finally finished the project yesterday, and I'm hoping that now I can start catching up on other things. Unfortunately, the first thing I have to catch up on, is other work duties that are overdue...
I also went out last night to celebrate 2 birthdays, and had 4 glasses of wine over the course of the evening/night. And today, I'm hungover. Not killing me, just feeling crappy enough that I want to lie on the couch and not think. AND I NEVER EVEN ACTUALLY GOT DRUNK. Getting older is so unfun. Five years ago, I could have drunk a bottle and a half of wine and bounced out of bed in the morning. Blech, blech, blech. So today, I'm whiny and frustrated because I had lots of things I wanted to accomplish, but it's increasingly looking like nothing will get done. The underwear may have to continue to lie on the floor next to the cat fur, and the weeds may continue to bask in the corners of the yard. Oh well.
/*end self-pity/
PS. violet_anchovy made a comment about an Oz book in a recent post, and when I saw it, something went wrong in my brain, and I went, "...Sylar in Oz. Yeah. That's what I want to read about." Time for me to go back to bed.
I also went out last night to celebrate 2 birthdays, and had 4 glasses of wine over the course of the evening/night. And today, I'm hungover. Not killing me, just feeling crappy enough that I want to lie on the couch and not think. AND I NEVER EVEN ACTUALLY GOT DRUNK. Getting older is so unfun. Five years ago, I could have drunk a bottle and a half of wine and bounced out of bed in the morning. Blech, blech, blech. So today, I'm whiny and frustrated because I had lots of things I wanted to accomplish, but it's increasingly looking like nothing will get done. The underwear may have to continue to lie on the floor next to the cat fur, and the weeds may continue to bask in the corners of the yard. Oh well.
/*end self-pity/
PS. violet_anchovy made a comment about an Oz book in a recent post, and when I saw it, something went wrong in my brain, and I went, "...Sylar in Oz. Yeah. That's what I want to read about." Time for me to go back to bed.