Remember how, even though I'm usually quite shameless, I used to have all those lines and standards about things I would not do at work? Like, check LJ or read fic of any description?
Yeah, I'm at work reading NC-17 GSF. What the hell happened to me, anyway? I was also rocking out to the Jonas Brothers earlier, but that's a different sort of worrying, I suppose.
In other news, still have the plague. BLEH. By 11:00 last night, I hadn't moved from my nest in a million hours, boy!roommate v. 2.0 was at work, and
thejumpcut and boy!roommate v. 1.0 were both passed the hell out. We are a HOUSE FULL OF PARTY this weekend, yo. I was so pathetic, v. 1.0 managed to have a whole conversation about the vaporub he forced me to use without saying ANYTHING skeazy at all. Nothing. He finally cracked and said "I just want you to notice, I didn't offer to rub it on your chest. Not even once," but it's not like I couldn't actually FEEL him trying to restrain himself, so I figure he still gets points for that. Heh. Boys are jerks, but at least some of them are entertaining.
Nuit Blanche tonight. Was looking forward to Zombies in Condoland, but I fear that leaving the house again might not be in the cards. GRRR STUPID COLD