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It's been a somewhat stressful day, but it started off well enough. I woke up to find Will and Sophie entwined on my chest of drawers. She was cuddled against his chest (she's like a third his size) and he had his chin on her head. Awwww. I took some pictures. I hope they come out. My god, I've taken over a roll of film of this kitten, and I've only had her a week. But I didn't take nearly enough pictures of Pippin. *sigh* Anyway, they're getting along. Sophie just adores Will (I've pointed out to her that he's sixty times her age) and he's warming up to her.
But not, alas, to her food. THAT was too much for his weak stomach, so he threw up all over my bedroom this morning. Gah. But I've been dealing with Will's weak tummy for almost ten years. It's just an annoyance. Poor kitty, though. He only ever gets to borrow his food.
I have my Mac, Eddie. *eyes it balefully* It's working and everything, I just can't open the files I'm trying to transfer from my PC (which is working fine this evening, go figure -- the motherboard had better die in screaming agony or I'm going to get pissed, in the American sense and the British sense). I mean, the CDs don't seem to be working. But I'm going to go out tomorrow and get some more so I can try something different. That was the major stressful thing today.
The student loan bill didn't help.
At least it's much cooler today than it was yesterday.
The computer store guy asked me out again. I said I'd call him if I wanted to go out for coffee some time. I might. I mean, he seems nice. Nothing is going to happen between us, but it would be very cool to get to know someone who knows the area and who's travelled (which he has!) and is into graphic design and stuff. It would be nice to have a friend out here. *sigh*
So, anyway.
Oh, after_survivor is getting fun. Lucius' trial is beginning, Peter found a portrait of James, we have the coolest Kingsley ever, Tonks has a crush on Bill, and there's puppylove. Yay.
ETA: And my new New Yorker arrived. Balm for my soul. And Jackie sent me a New York bumper sticker. I asked her to send me a classy one, but this one's kinda cheesy. Everyone is going to think I'm a tourist. *cries*
But not, alas, to her food. THAT was too much for his weak stomach, so he threw up all over my bedroom this morning. Gah. But I've been dealing with Will's weak tummy for almost ten years. It's just an annoyance. Poor kitty, though. He only ever gets to borrow his food.
I have my Mac, Eddie. *eyes it balefully* It's working and everything, I just can't open the files I'm trying to transfer from my PC (which is working fine this evening, go figure -- the motherboard had better die in screaming agony or I'm going to get pissed, in the American sense and the British sense). I mean, the CDs don't seem to be working. But I'm going to go out tomorrow and get some more so I can try something different. That was the major stressful thing today.
The student loan bill didn't help.
At least it's much cooler today than it was yesterday.
The computer store guy asked me out again. I said I'd call him if I wanted to go out for coffee some time. I might. I mean, he seems nice. Nothing is going to happen between us, but it would be very cool to get to know someone who knows the area and who's travelled (which he has!) and is into graphic design and stuff. It would be nice to have a friend out here. *sigh*
So, anyway.
Oh, after_survivor is getting fun. Lucius' trial is beginning, Peter found a portrait of James, we have the coolest Kingsley ever, Tonks has a crush on Bill, and there's puppylove. Yay.
ETA: And my new New Yorker arrived. Balm for my soul. And Jackie sent me a New York bumper sticker. I asked her to send me a classy one, but this one's kinda cheesy. Everyone is going to think I'm a tourist. *cries*