Random sort of update...
Random fact about me I'm not sure anyone knows, but am fairly certain no one cares about!
I smoke a pipe. In fact, I own two. Much more comfortable than other, more conventional forms of nicotine.
So, I was reading someone's journal and there was one of those posts on, you know, posting 10 things you'd never tell anyone... I can only think of one, but what the hell, I'll post it anyway.
I miss you. So. Much.
Right. That said, I'm up to my nose in work. I'm not propoerly supplied or supported for it and the deadline (which we're going to miss, not my fault this time. I did what I could. Aaaanyway) is Monday, so that it can get printed and done in time.
Also, I wanna lose, like, 10...maybe 20lbs (let's say 5 to 10 kilos, as a rough approximation) so I can fit back into some of my older cothes. I ran across this old pair of pants I bought a few years ago. Made my ass look great. It annoys me that I can't fit into them anymore ;__; <--shalloooooooow...
In random other news, I've finally taken my best bud up on his offer to move into his dorm room (which he's no longer really using, barring short stop offs in Patras and finals periods). I spent a day getting it in order and cleaning up. I'm moving a mini-fridge in, in a few days, the PC's here allready...all's good. It's nice to have a measure of privacy again.
Also random: I want to go out dressed to kill. Black suit, bordeux shirt and tie, dark red scarf and black cashmir overcoat. If I could find them, I'd love to sport my leather gloves, as well*. You know, just go out and turn a few heads. Besides, I like going out in style and haven't done it in too long.
That said, I should get back to work.
*Ooooh. And one of my fedoras. I like fedoras.**
**It's been proven, repeatedly, that I was born almost 70 years too late. I would have fit in so well in the 20s. Barring the lack of computers. Although, if I never had one, one wonders if I'd have missed it.
I smoke a pipe. In fact, I own two. Much more comfortable than other, more conventional forms of nicotine.
So, I was reading someone's journal and there was one of those posts on, you know, posting 10 things you'd never tell anyone... I can only think of one, but what the hell, I'll post it anyway.
I miss you. So. Much.
Right. That said, I'm up to my nose in work. I'm not propoerly supplied or supported for it and the deadline (which we're going to miss, not my fault this time. I did what I could. Aaaanyway) is Monday, so that it can get printed and done in time.
Also, I wanna lose, like, 10...maybe 20lbs (let's say 5 to 10 kilos, as a rough approximation) so I can fit back into some of my older cothes. I ran across this old pair of pants I bought a few years ago. Made my ass look great. It annoys me that I can't fit into them anymore ;__; <--shalloooooooow...
In random other news, I've finally taken my best bud up on his offer to move into his dorm room (which he's no longer really using, barring short stop offs in Patras and finals periods). I spent a day getting it in order and cleaning up. I'm moving a mini-fridge in, in a few days, the PC's here allready...all's good. It's nice to have a measure of privacy again.
Also random: I want to go out dressed to kill. Black suit, bordeux shirt and tie, dark red scarf and black cashmir overcoat. If I could find them, I'd love to sport my leather gloves, as well*. You know, just go out and turn a few heads. Besides, I like going out in style and haven't done it in too long.
That said, I should get back to work.
*Ooooh. And one of my fedoras. I like fedoras.**
**It's been proven, repeatedly, that I was born almost 70 years too late. I would have fit in so well in the 20s. Barring the lack of computers. Although, if I never had one, one wonders if I'd have missed it.