So, it is now 1:35 AM Central, and I am in Illinois, in a hotel room my company reserved for me.  I am typing away on a company-provided laptop, and a couple of doors away is another trainer who will be my neighbor for the next eight weeks.  I am freshly showered and slathered in lotion, and I am looking to two days of getting used to being here ( Read more... )

I was invited to go join coffeebased  and her cousins at the SMX for the Shizen Orchestra con last Saturday.  Since we're nearing the end of the month, there are about twenty million things that need doing at the office.  On the one hand, you have work, my pride and the source of my livelihood, and on the other you have Hope and Lian and Ina ( including, I ( Read more... )

Last month, I was drowning in work, and still more than a bit unwell.  There really was no time to convalesce properly since there was more work than our entire department (all six of us ^___^) could shake a stick at.  Obviously, as my breaks consisted of drinking medicine and nose-blowing, I had even less time for the small pleasures of life, such ( Read more... )

I'm not really hungover.  More like tired.  Tired of not getting enough sleep because the curtains in my room are made of spiderwebs and politician's promises.  I'm turning into a politician myself because I'm doing things over which a million things are more preferable.  Like seeing friends and love-in-megane.  Or ficcating/fangirling ( Read more... )

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