The kind you have when you're not having one because you have nothing exciting to say.
Oh well, I post regardless because I'm shallow that way.
Had a great breakfast with friends this morning (last of a number of belated birthday functions scattered over a few weeks). Ate more protein than I usually have in a month. Much more fun than muesli!
Got to work in time (phew!). Ran around madly for an hour setting various disasters in motion *nods with satisfaction*, and then dashed off to a conference where I got to bore the pants off people about educational statistics and access to electronic databases blah blah blah. I even bored myself. Rest of day just about as stimulating. Just as well they had the light show last night to jazz things up.
Too busy having to network my soul with various people between strands to even get to sit in corner with laptop and work on stuff for me, or more importantly stuff I owe friends. Grrr.
Got 30 minutes at home now to post, change and try and look glamorous (not 40s Hollywood glamour unfortunately though I wouldn't mind doing that with the help of a makeover artist) - just your regular LBD and hope to fade successfully into a corner and not get stuck with a foreign speaker who ends up shaming you with all that you've forgotten of every language you ever studied at university way back when. Wish me luck.
No time to fic tonight. As soon as I'm home (hopefully before I turn into a pumpkin, though I'm fine with kissing a prince first) I have to type comments up for a friend's FABULOUS FABULOUS FABULOUS book. Hee. It is Camille. As usual it is amazing. Then sleep for whatever hours are left before dawn. Tomorrow I have to finish another fic. And possibly buy the coffee I forgot to get on the way home because I was an idiot.
Oh well. Hope you all had more fun today than I did.