I am at work today, and it's actually not that bad.  Then again, I did dream last night that we were rewriting TBB so that landed gentry could use it, and I was trying to work out how to get the program to accept everyone's titles.  I'm not sure if I've been working too much, or reading too much :)

And...er, yeah, that's about all.  My Fourth was ( Read more... )

Philadelphia itself reminds me of why I absolutely love it here.

1) Friday night, walking over to Wade's, there was a Puerto Rican group drumming and dancing in front of the Wilma theatre.  Stopped and watched a dance, loved every moment.  Just a big, fabulous, free performance, right on Broad St.

2)  Out running yesterday, I stumbled upon the ( Read more... )

Hmmm ( Read more... )

Hmm.  Still dealing surprisingly well with stress -- I am proud of myself.  Not sure if the Dunkirk spirit (tm
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Well.  I am certainly not bored, lately ( Read more... )

I feel out-of-kilter with the rest of everyone. I was supposed to look at an apartment today, but no one was in the office when I went -- which, of course, put me in ever such a good mood ( Read more... )

( cut for BSG spoilers )

I am now in the basement. Not like I had a great view before, but bloody hell.

2.5 more days....

*curls up with Faulkner and daydreams about natural light*

Oh, it is totally the Week of the Ianto Twatting You One. I will be spending (most of) the week at New Courtland, doing taxes. (Or, if last year is any indication, sitting around while people fail to show up to their appointments.) Because if there's one thing the world I love, it's having to be 'on' all day and exercise my people skills. And ( Read more... )

Tax rush is over, I have time to breathe, work is slow. (Mostly I'm debugging other peoples' modules. This is about as exciting as it sounds ( Read more... )