So, I'm cat-sitting in Albany again. These people don't have wireless-which by this point is like saying they haven't discovered fire yet, or something-so I'm tethered, for better or worse, to their fancy-schmancy MacBook Pro. Fine. But here's the thing: IT REMEMBERS ME. Last time I was here, I carefully erased my internet history; also, I assume ( Read more... )

So I qualified to take the written test for a part-time library aide job here in town.

I thought the test was tomorrow morning.

I just realized: it was today.

FAIL.

*Icon in memoriam, man ( Read more... )

So...it's 2:30 now. I've been at the ER since 7:30 this morning ( Read more... )

- At work, my only current task is to read for YA anthology selections; I'm using the time to (mostly legitimately) read Prep, which I figure is not YA lit exactly, but is about YAs and therefore fair game. I'm almost halfway through, and mostly loving it, though I wouldn't say I love Lee Fiora and her self-sabotaging ways. Reading it, I sometimes ( Read more... )

- Am wearing, for the first time, what is destined to be a beautiful-friendship kind of sweater. It is this one, and it fits perfectly, and it's purple, and we will be 2getha 4eva.

- Missed Glee due to Tivo conflict with Leverage half-season finale; will catch up when it re-airs this weekend. But Leverage was kind of disappointing, no? I like Jeri ( Read more... )

Salvaged 12 of 12 from my own forgetfulness ( Read more... )

On this Saturday night, Sherlock is passed out next to me, sucking furiously (on imaginary bunches of twist-ties, I suspect) in his sleep.

Also, I am trying not to think about how much it hurts my feelings that WonderCon is happening right now IN MY VERY HOME NEIGHBORHOOD, kind of, and I am not there. How could they? WITHOUT ME?

Well, THAT date was a bust.

It wasn't bad, per se--Starbucks (my passionfruit Arnold Palmer was delicious), small talk, etc.--but it was flatter than month-old Pepsi, on both ends. I will be surprised if I hear from him again, and that's okay.

And hey, why isn't there a book called SHE'S Just Not That Into You? I blame the patriarchy ( Read more... )

Not on, Tuesday: I was nearly late to work this morning because of Dick Cheney's motorcade, I left my flowered umbrella on the Metro, and I was so busy thinking about/anthropomorphizing the umbrella that I forgot to drop my Netflix in the mail. Excellent.

And also, ( Three thoughts on DW: The Last of the Time Lords )