Ow ::clutches head:: Ow, my brain hurts.
First of all let me say a few thank yous.
1) to the electrician who came by yesterday to check out jobs I rang about. Was heading for a shower last night, turned on fan. Nothing. %^^$%^&! Dragged desk swivel chair onto tiles and climbed dangerously (wasn’t dragging ladder up all those stairs at that time of night) up to pull cover off. Oh and to take your mind off the scary thought of exactly what I looked like doing this, I want you to picture Sam in that scene in a towel. Hmmm? Pokes flist? Yeah, thought you’d like that image better. Sam in towel - yum. Where was I? Oh, on chair, stretching long way up, cos am short (not like Sam who would not have needed chair - where Sam when I needed him?) fiddle with fan, off chair turn on switch. Nada. Back up, and again and again till had slapped some sense into fan. Grrr. Also quite chilly doing that. Fan was actually working before he came. Is again. ::sighs:: New fan definitely on budget list. Makes note to go looking at fan/light/heater combos on Sat after session with chiropractor.
2) to the possum who woke me up at 4am when he/she/it (bound to be a he) strayed onto my upstairs balcony looking for love in all the wrong places. He wasn’t my type at all. Send Winchesters, damn it! ::slammed balcony door and crashed again::
3) to the sun streaming through the crack I’d stupidly left in the curtain after possum. Sun! Like, morning came too fast. Ow.
4) to William Patrick Watson who sent me their latest science, medicine and natural history rare book catalogue. Oooh filled with the pretty. Nope, institution not going to buy any of items, but I am having much fun with it as illustrations are amazing and one just gave me a fic idea. Heh. But seriously? 45,000 pounds for that 1787 treatise on turtles? Not today.
3) to my hated I.S.P. who strangely has left me just enough megs to ramble on for a bit longer. Maybe their usage calculator broken? Cos damn sure I went over yesterday. Oh well. Says I’m still under cut off point. Hee.
Um. Urk. Maths brain not working. Those numbers don’t look right. Whatever. Where coffee?
4) to my flist who actually patiently listen to me bitch while poking me gently with sticks in search of fic.
Fic. Nun fic. Cut pages out with machete last night. Need to re-tweak as a result. And other thing on boil. Damn and have to go to doctor this evening too. ::looks vaguely around room for time machine::
Bad work day ahead. Lots of spreadsheets in my future. Grrr. And actually have one meeting scheduled in my coffee break of all things. If I get to escape to coffee shop during work day why can’t it be to just sit there and meditate over the coffee beans with my laptop instead of having to talk work? ::wrinkles nose at thought, and in my time too. Huh! Hate politicking. Coffee better be good. Note to self: No matter how good coffee, absolutely not going to get talked into going onto advisory committee to market university. Come to us, we charge a fortune for parking? We build ugly buildings on top of what was lovely lawns? We don’t pay our staff enough to go to Paris or get a better ISP? Not think I am in positive enough frame of mind to join that committee, besides stopped being talking head on last standing committee years ago and haven’t missed those kind of dramas at all.
Also have to spend my lunch hour teaching a non-tech friend all about iTunes, iPods etc as she's considering joining the pod revolution. Heh. I might have had a little something to do with that decision, so can't bitch about giving up lunchtime when I normally write fic to give Apple demo. Steve, I know you're out there lurking on my LJ cos a little bird told me it is the secret vice of all of your staffers, but remember what I said the other day? I give a little Apple, I get a little Apple. What do you mean, no? What about that cool iCal enhancement idea I gave you at Christmas? What do you mean get a life? Humpf! ::writes another drunken fictional letter to head of Apple::
Oops just realised was mindlessly typing up post in advance of logging on and … you know … actually posting, and not typing in blank word doc, am typing in middle of p.18 of nun fic. Darn.
Oh well while I’m here, I’ll just snip out the intro and give it to you.
Sometimes the world doesn’t end in fire, brimstone, or rain, but rather with the tear of an envelope. God likes to keep you guessing.
Yeah, I know you want the rest. You want the angst. Is coming. Angst, but no Winchesters. ‘Sacre bleu!’ you would say if you were practising your French for a trip to Paris (if your lottery ticket actually won). Or as Dean would say, ‘Dude, just gimme my fic!’
Fic tomorrow. Now I need breakfast, and coffee, and drugs for headache. Ow. Um … also something especially corporate to wear for meeting ::desperately tries to stab Japanese hair stakes into head in manner of Lily (all your fault for giving me the chic idea, Camille). Damn new hair cut, shorter than before and is much trickier. Oh, sharper end in? Okay. Ow. Huh. Now, where’s the damned iron?
1) to the electrician who came by yesterday to check out jobs I rang about. Was heading for a shower last night, turned on fan. Nothing. %^^$%^&! Dragged desk swivel chair onto tiles and climbed dangerously (wasn’t dragging ladder up all those stairs at that time of night) up to pull cover off. Oh and to take your mind off the scary thought of exactly what I looked like doing this, I want you to picture Sam in that scene in a towel. Hmmm? Pokes flist? Yeah, thought you’d like that image better. Sam in towel - yum. Where was I? Oh, on chair, stretching long way up, cos am short (not like Sam who would not have needed chair - where Sam when I needed him?) fiddle with fan, off chair turn on switch. Nada. Back up, and again and again till had slapped some sense into fan. Grrr. Also quite chilly doing that. Fan was actually working before he came. Is again. ::sighs:: New fan definitely on budget list. Makes note to go looking at fan/light/heater combos on Sat after session with chiropractor.
2) to the possum who woke me up at 4am when he/she/it (bound to be a he) strayed onto my upstairs balcony looking for love in all the wrong places. He wasn’t my type at all. Send Winchesters, damn it! ::slammed balcony door and crashed again::
3) to the sun streaming through the crack I’d stupidly left in the curtain after possum. Sun! Like, morning came too fast. Ow.
4) to William Patrick Watson who sent me their latest science, medicine and natural history rare book catalogue. Oooh filled with the pretty. Nope, institution not going to buy any of items, but I am having much fun with it as illustrations are amazing and one just gave me a fic idea. Heh. But seriously? 45,000 pounds for that 1787 treatise on turtles? Not today.
3) to my hated I.S.P. who strangely has left me just enough megs to ramble on for a bit longer. Maybe their usage calculator broken? Cos damn sure I went over yesterday. Oh well. Says I’m still under cut off point. Hee.
Um. Urk. Maths brain not working. Those numbers don’t look right. Whatever. Where coffee?
4) to my flist who actually patiently listen to me bitch while poking me gently with sticks in search of fic.
Fic. Nun fic. Cut pages out with machete last night. Need to re-tweak as a result. And other thing on boil. Damn and have to go to doctor this evening too. ::looks vaguely around room for time machine::
Bad work day ahead. Lots of spreadsheets in my future. Grrr. And actually have one meeting scheduled in my coffee break of all things. If I get to escape to coffee shop during work day why can’t it be to just sit there and meditate over the coffee beans with my laptop instead of having to talk work? ::wrinkles nose at thought, and in my time too. Huh! Hate politicking. Coffee better be good. Note to self: No matter how good coffee, absolutely not going to get talked into going onto advisory committee to market university. Come to us, we charge a fortune for parking? We build ugly buildings on top of what was lovely lawns? We don’t pay our staff enough to go to Paris or get a better ISP? Not think I am in positive enough frame of mind to join that committee, besides stopped being talking head on last standing committee years ago and haven’t missed those kind of dramas at all.
Also have to spend my lunch hour teaching a non-tech friend all about iTunes, iPods etc as she's considering joining the pod revolution. Heh. I might have had a little something to do with that decision, so can't bitch about giving up lunchtime when I normally write fic to give Apple demo. Steve, I know you're out there lurking on my LJ cos a little bird told me it is the secret vice of all of your staffers, but remember what I said the other day? I give a little Apple, I get a little Apple. What do you mean, no? What about that cool iCal enhancement idea I gave you at Christmas? What do you mean get a life? Humpf! ::writes another drunken fictional letter to head of Apple::
Oops just realised was mindlessly typing up post in advance of logging on and … you know … actually posting, and not typing in blank word doc, am typing in middle of p.18 of nun fic. Darn.
Oh well while I’m here, I’ll just snip out the intro and give it to you.
Sometimes the world doesn’t end in fire, brimstone, or rain, but rather with the tear of an envelope. God likes to keep you guessing.
Yeah, I know you want the rest. You want the angst. Is coming. Angst, but no Winchesters. ‘Sacre bleu!’ you would say if you were practising your French for a trip to Paris (if your lottery ticket actually won). Or as Dean would say, ‘Dude, just gimme my fic!’
Fic tomorrow. Now I need breakfast, and coffee, and drugs for headache. Ow. Um … also something especially corporate to wear for meeting ::desperately tries to stab Japanese hair stakes into head in manner of Lily (all your fault for giving me the chic idea, Camille). Damn new hair cut, shorter than before and is much trickier. Oh, sharper end in? Okay. Ow. Huh. Now, where’s the damned iron?