It's my un-birthday today.
Thank you to everyone who wished me happy birthday yesterday, or who gave me e-gifts, or who gave me DW paid time (thanks 
star54kar! OMG so many icon spaces!) or who gave me gorgeous mohair blend yarn (it arrived today,
winterhill! it's beautiful!) or who were generally awesome to me. I feel awful, really. I'm terrible at wishing people happy birthday. I never remember.
Yesterday was good, and involved delicious bad-for-me food, a trip into town to the beach with the dogs, and a lovely epic evening sleep.
Today, I've had the grumps. It's probably hormonal, but it's not paranoia, yadda yadda. Stuff kept inexplicably fucking up, or taking a million times longer than it should have. Also, when did everyone else get lives? My flist is in some sort of coma. You haven't all migrated to Facebook or some other crap site, have you?
My day, apart from involving grumps, involved washing Dougall, which took all of about five minutes (he's so damn small!), doing a load of washing up, and reorganising the loungeroom computer arrangements. I'm now on the Vista machine rather than the Dell, because Emma needed to get out of the computer chair and into a lounge chair to rest her back. She must have sat in this chair for at least ten or twelve hours, yesterday, and she's feeling it today. The art she's making looks amazing, though.
It's a bit odd being back at a desk though. I honestly don't remember when I was last at a desk on a computer at home, not including setting up machines or doing basic maintenance.
Scanning project, I must say, is much easier at a desk. There's no twisting around to hold the book flat. However, I have to get used to sitting in an office chair again in a way that doesn't screw up my back and shoulder. That's going to be fun. Not.
Drink of choice tonight is lemon/lime caipiroskas. Vodka, lemons and limes, smooshed together with just enough sugar syrup so that you don't spit it out. Man I love tangy, sour drinks. When we run out of limes, I'm going to try and make one with tangelos.
star54kar! OMG so many icon spaces!) or who gave me gorgeous mohair blend yarn (it arrived today,
winterhill! it's beautiful!) or who were generally awesome to me. I feel awful, really. I'm terrible at wishing people happy birthday. I never remember.
Yesterday was good, and involved delicious bad-for-me food, a trip into town to the beach with the dogs, and a lovely epic evening sleep.
Today, I've had the grumps. It's probably hormonal, but it's not paranoia, yadda yadda. Stuff kept inexplicably fucking up, or taking a million times longer than it should have. Also, when did everyone else get lives? My flist is in some sort of coma. You haven't all migrated to Facebook or some other crap site, have you?
My day, apart from involving grumps, involved washing Dougall, which took all of about five minutes (he's so damn small!), doing a load of washing up, and reorganising the loungeroom computer arrangements. I'm now on the Vista machine rather than the Dell, because Emma needed to get out of the computer chair and into a lounge chair to rest her back. She must have sat in this chair for at least ten or twelve hours, yesterday, and she's feeling it today. The art she's making looks amazing, though.
It's a bit odd being back at a desk though. I honestly don't remember when I was last at a desk on a computer at home, not including setting up machines or doing basic maintenance.
Scanning project, I must say, is much easier at a desk. There's no twisting around to hold the book flat. However, I have to get used to sitting in an office chair again in a way that doesn't screw up my back and shoulder. That's going to be fun. Not.
Drink of choice tonight is lemon/lime caipiroskas. Vodka, lemons and limes, smooshed together with just enough sugar syrup so that you don't spit it out. Man I love tangy, sour drinks. When we run out of limes, I'm going to try and make one with tangelos.