Odd. It has been a long while since.... oh ( Read more... )

It's Saturday. Well, it's Sunday now. I tried to start typing a few hours ago, when it was clearly Saturday, but to no avail ( Read more... )

Work is work is work is work. And we are workhorses. ( rant numero uno )

First, let's put this blame squarely on the deserving parties. Namely the plotbunnies (rabid and weird as they all are) and sugar. I mean... can you resist them? Plotbunnies: the doe-eyed, cuddly-furred little hellspawns. And can you really say no to Jenners' fudge? All the way from Edinburgh? I mean... fudge! And Terry's Orange Segments. And Lindt ( Read more... )

I'm putting this under an LJ cut... because... *sigh* just because. I'm... frickin' upset. Mad, like kill-somebody-upset.

( Well... Remember that neighbour? She was supposed to be in New Orleans )

I am HOME. Like... Didn't know I can miss home so much. I stink like alcohol and the hospital is in my pores. But... do I look bothered? I. AM. HOME. What a great day ( Read more... )

( if you want to hear me rant about home? )

Waiting rooms can be fun. Especially when it's the only part of the hospital where one can send and receive internet signals and keep one eye on Tom Cruise in embarking on another impossible mission ( Read more... )

Okay. Now what? As if the day can't get any worse, the computer died on me. So no more typing long things. Like papers, for example. I'm due to present at a conference and hey! presto. No computer, no research notes, no paper, and when will I learn to do backups ( Read more... )

Fug. Fug. Fug. And more fug.
At least that's what I thought at first.

( R/NC-17 rant re: brother dear )