Quick note

First of all, thanks bunches to all of you who told me to go to NY. Including you, Ruth. I'm over it now, really, the bitterness and depression is gone.

It's all rushedness now, trying to get the finance sheet done in time. Ayp. [Just processed bank movement 69. Now I have That Monty Python Song in my head. Bluddy.]

Weeee!

My keenspace account came through! Rejoice!

*snicker*

It's not my toy, it's the office's to- presentation tool.
(R.) [Have I mentioned he's cool?]

Must ... not ... slash ... coworkers ...

Aaaargh! So I just walked into R.'s office and M. was sitting on the ground in front of R.'s chair, sprawled like a teenage girl. Intellectually, I am aware that they both have girlfriends, but the slash part of my brain isn't listening to the intellectual part, mimpit. And then M. goes and asks R. "Do you need me?"

Eeeeeevil brain.

(no subject)

She now scares instead of annoys em.