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I have been very anti-communication as usual, but I haven't had much to say lately. Work has been like work everywhere, slower and with layoffs. I'm down to 3 minions, and trying to avoid any overtime so that we make our margins. One of our instruments broke and the replacement part had to be built and then shipped from Australia, so it was down long enough that we sent half of that workload to another lab. They fixed it today though, so at least that's back on the ball.
I've been out dancing a few times with the local English Country group, which has been fun. Except for this weekend, since I discovered a really good reason for turning on the kitchen lights if guests have moved your chairs. My toe's not such a cool purple/black colour any more, so I have nothing to amuse me today.
I had a dream that I was going to share at one point, but like many of my dreams it was perhaps a little too vivid and disturbing to share right away. It took me several days to get over the belief that I'd accidentally bitten my tongue off (I was a dying soldier (not myself), beaten and left for dead at a train station. Really, really, really upset that I'd bitten my tongue off and then spat it out while trying to tell a tourist what had happened. Someday perhaps, I'll get into it with a dream analyst about what it means to be really annoyed with the universe for not letting you die in one piece.)
The rest of the time lately, I've been mainlining Supernatural (on the DVDs for Season 3) and trying to ignore my sewing project. I've still got two months before anime north. To finish the coat. And start the hat and gloves. I don't even have stuff to make the staff or the pants yet. eeep.
I've been out dancing a few times with the local English Country group, which has been fun. Except for this weekend, since I discovered a really good reason for turning on the kitchen lights if guests have moved your chairs. My toe's not such a cool purple/black colour any more, so I have nothing to amuse me today.
I had a dream that I was going to share at one point, but like many of my dreams it was perhaps a little too vivid and disturbing to share right away. It took me several days to get over the belief that I'd accidentally bitten my tongue off (I was a dying soldier (not myself), beaten and left for dead at a train station. Really, really, really upset that I'd bitten my tongue off and then spat it out while trying to tell a tourist what had happened. Someday perhaps, I'll get into it with a dream analyst about what it means to be really annoyed with the universe for not letting you die in one piece.)
The rest of the time lately, I've been mainlining Supernatural (on the DVDs for Season 3) and trying to ignore my sewing project. I've still got two months before anime north. To finish the coat. And start the hat and gloves. I don't even have stuff to make the staff or the pants yet. eeep.