and the chocolate is after the colour of the wood...
i. um. may or may not have a new motto: "I put two and two together and got homosexual" [--rageprufrock's Hindsight.]
i don't think humans are supposed to make noises like the ones that made me make. it was kind of avian. and choke-y. huh. must finish reading, fb, and then beg to be allowed to iconise. because oh em gee.
i a little bit might be going back for a second interview tomorrow, having established that i could leave work early. there may or may not be a post later in which i think over with you lot as audience whether or not this is really a good idea and there may or may not be a post later (possibly even the same one, efficiency is good and i am Ingenieurisch, so /fake Deutsch) in which i shamedly but gleefully discuss the extent of my polyfandomity (polyfandomishness? polyfandomorous?) bent, and SERIAL COMMAS FOREVER. (do you see what i did there? :D) also, there will be LA and SJ-y posts. eventually. soon. maybe. i have a four day weekend coming up (WHOO and, okay, a little too Catholic in training at least to get super blasphemous about it even though i mean it nicely (if one can be said to do so)) so i will have loads of time then, which i'm sure i will waste successfully. and! most importantly! we get an Emma this weekend (YAY) and then on Chris' birthday we get to go see the bunkmunky. szo excited. *pets Dylan Moran* i will be the one in the audience giggling insanely and trying not to yelp things about geoffrey tennant. only one of these things will be unique. *g* er, unique to that audience. i know many of you are right there with me on that in all other respects.
i still really love excel even though it fucking crashed on me twice today and the first time it did so, managed to 'forget' that i'd saved my progress at least twice and tossed me right back to my original document. considering i'd been working on it for a half hour of tweaking and formula-entering at that point, i was not impressed. right. shower and movie which is due back, uh, yesterday (oops) and then finish intarwebbing. *is now picturing the Great Duck of the Internets**, paddling across the glassy pond of cyberspace with webbed feet and shaking code off its feathers while it devours breadcookies thrown in by the users on the edges. huh.*
**think like the Great A'Tuin. but with more feathers. DE ANAS MOBILE!
someone called me energetic today. i suspect that 'hyperactive in text' is probably a more accurate, if less kind description.
curses. where did my last easter egg go? oh. right. i ate it. why are there not more, self? why? pray tell, why doth the eggs of Easter be devoured so fast?
ADDENDUM: I need to NOT READ FIC which references Last Night and specifically CALLUM'S KITCHEN WALLS IN IT at 12.30am. Fucking A. Or, okay, I need to not be up still at 12.30am. Supposed to be AT work in seven hours. Bugger, bugger, bugger. Dear Evening Me, OH MY GOD GROW A BRAIN, no love, Morning Me who had enough caffiene to steal a DeLorean and get it up to 88 to COME BACK AND KICK YOUR ASS.
i don't think humans are supposed to make noises like the ones that made me make. it was kind of avian. and choke-y. huh. must finish reading, fb, and then beg to be allowed to iconise. because oh em gee.
i a little bit might be going back for a second interview tomorrow, having established that i could leave work early. there may or may not be a post later in which i think over with you lot as audience whether or not this is really a good idea and there may or may not be a post later (possibly even the same one, efficiency is good and i am Ingenieurisch, so /fake Deutsch) in which i shamedly but gleefully discuss the extent of my polyfandomity (polyfandomishness? polyfandomorous?) bent, and SERIAL COMMAS FOREVER. (do you see what i did there? :D) also, there will be LA and SJ-y posts. eventually. soon. maybe. i have a four day weekend coming up (WHOO and, okay, a little too Catholic in training at least to get super blasphemous about it even though i mean it nicely (if one can be said to do so)) so i will have loads of time then, which i'm sure i will waste successfully. and! most importantly! we get an Emma this weekend (YAY) and then on Chris' birthday we get to go see the bunkmunky. szo excited. *pets Dylan Moran* i will be the one in the audience giggling insanely and trying not to yelp things about geoffrey tennant. only one of these things will be unique. *g* er, unique to that audience. i know many of you are right there with me on that in all other respects.
i still really love excel even though it fucking crashed on me twice today and the first time it did so, managed to 'forget' that i'd saved my progress at least twice and tossed me right back to my original document. considering i'd been working on it for a half hour of tweaking and formula-entering at that point, i was not impressed. right. shower and movie which is due back, uh, yesterday (oops) and then finish intarwebbing. *is now picturing the Great Duck of the Internets**, paddling across the glassy pond of cyberspace with webbed feet and shaking code off its feathers while it devours breadcookies thrown in by the users on the edges. huh.*
**think like the Great A'Tuin. but with more feathers. DE ANAS MOBILE!
someone called me energetic today. i suspect that 'hyperactive in text' is probably a more accurate, if less kind description.
curses. where did my last easter egg go? oh. right. i ate it. why are there not more, self? why? pray tell, why doth the eggs of Easter be devoured so fast?
ADDENDUM: I need to NOT READ FIC which references Last Night and specifically CALLUM'S KITCHEN WALLS IN IT at 12.30am. Fucking A. Or, okay, I need to not be up still at 12.30am. Supposed to be AT work in seven hours. Bugger, bugger, bugger. Dear Evening Me, OH MY GOD GROW A BRAIN, no love, Morning Me who had enough caffiene to steal a DeLorean and get it up to 88 to COME BACK AND KICK YOUR ASS.