• I have recovered from my migraine and even managed not to cut off my head with a spork. I'm quite pleased with myself for that. I do still have a light bruise on my arm from the injection, though, and I could do without that.
• I had a quiet weekend. This is
  
  1. Not unusual
  2. Fine with me
• A cute guy hit on me yesterday while I was sitting outside, reading ( Read more... )

Hello, my little FriendBots. I've missed you. I didn't realize how long it had been until penghuin pointed out that I hadn't updated in ages ( Read more... )

Talking to P while I'm cooking.

The trista: Blah blah cooking blah.

*huge crash of thunder and lightning outside my apartment*

P: You are cooking up a storm, aren't you?

The trista: *dies laughing*

And this is why I heart him.

And now for more answers, thanks to a gentle reminder from rebecoming.

rebecoming: I am! And you totally should! Yay!

the_xtina: I hoarde them! I ( Read more... )

I love today ( Read more... )

I've made significant progress today with Project Spring Cleaning 2008, the Elvis puzzle, and my personal Without a Trace marathon. So much progress, in fact, that I thought I'd take a break post something. Aren't you excited?

Bullety listy things time! Yay!

• I started my day with a text from P, and then got up to find a message from him that ( Read more... )

I got to IM with P four different times yesterday, which doesn't sound like such a huge thing until you consider the time difference. It was fabulous. I could talk to him for hours and hours and hours about absolutely nothing and still enjoy every minute ( Read more... )

Days that start with two cuddly cats on the bed with me and then a long phone call from P = good days.

I am having a good day, even if I have been up since 5:15. And now I'm off to follow that fantastic start with a cup of chai and a bubble bath. And I shall read Molesworth or Back in the Jug Agane by Geoffrey Willans and Ronald Searle because ( Read more... )

Last night's dreams involved fabulous holidays all over the world with P. The strange thing was that Anthony LaPaglia kept showing up. Hotel lobby? Anthony LaPaglia. Island beach? Anthony LaPaglia. He was everywhere, and I talked to him each time. Dreams with his voice and P's voice and accent are very, very nice, I have to say. Also, Eddie ( Read more... )

On the way home from work yesterday I saw The Rock That Tried to Kill Me. It is still in the grate thingy in the road next to the sidewalk where my almost-death took place. Usually no one gets on the bus there, but yesterday we did stop and I glanced out the window. And there it was. Taunting me. We hates it, my precious. It burns us ( Read more... )

I've had a mostly fantastic week. Tuesday was pretty rough from the middle of the day until the end because I had a slight jobby explosion, but fontosaurus helped talk me down from my ledge, and later I messaged P to vent and he called me a few minutes later, just as I was getting into bed, so at least my day ended on a sweet note ( Read more... )