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07:54 Have just come in. Making coffee. Sinuses hurt like bitches. Going to eat breakfast now.
08:15 Finished sandwich, reading LJ's and mail.
08:49 Reading mail still. Forced to take off taliesin [Celtic knot] necklace as neck is itching like bitch. The fuck?
09:15 Still reading mail. People are trickling in. Talking to Tri on AIM, describing Steve as 'pet boy'. Giggle semi-guiltily. Pretend to do actual work.
09:45 People continue to trickle in. More seriously pretending to work, while still reading mail. People like new hair colour.
10:08 M. just called, asked to be put through to R. Am distracted by trying to reign in renegade brain for minute or so. Bitches.
10:15 Still reading mail. Actual work is distracting, fuckitall. Have positioned newly acquired Biker Mice from Marsaction figure on top of monitor. Breckin is smirking at me from the other end. Bastard.
10:28 Phone just ringed once, then went silent again. Has been doing this for a few days now. Swear thing is haunted. Contemplate naming it, too, as this seems to have helped with computers.
10:32 Coffee has gone cold. Dammit, must remember to drink and not just work.
10:34 Reuters is not letting me in. Bastard.
10:36 Have recovered username and password from coworker. Still don't understand why auto-login didn't work. Bloody bastard.
10:39 Decide to change CD and put on one of two was given Saturday. Giggle at oh-my-god-they-were-young picture on cover of October. Admire Radar on cover of War. Feel vaguely pedophilish. Put on War. Put song titles into playlist.
10:42 Realise have no more room to stack 2 more CD's in rack. Also realise half of these were given to me. Feel slightly guilty. Debate forcing Metallica CD's on Steve. Admit have already perverted his mind to U2-slash and should cut him some slack.
10:49 Return from coffee and bathroom run. Cannot believe never noticed mirrors on ceiling toilet. The fuck?
10:54 Email mother so she has work email and phone number. Force self to address her as 'mum'. Harder than I thought. Shit. Is depressing.
10:58 Start on second lollipop of day. roof of mouth is entirely raw. Display bag of mints prominently on desk so am not tempted to take another lollipop. Know damn well am orally fixated.
11:13 Have been asked to check finances. Rejoice. Did not feel like battling Frontpage just yet.
11:32 Am bloody annoyed with this. Ten bleeding francs. Why can I not find the fault? Motherfucker. Roof of mouth now bleeding.
11:34 Manage to seriously hurt knee when going for printout. Swear mutedly and resolve to do exercises dad suggested.
11:39 Have triumphed.
11:42 Go out to get keys duplicated.
11:56 Back. Was whistled and jeered at by construction workers. Twice. Whoever said blondes have more fun was idiot.
11:59 Contemplate what to do with time. Think have enough material to put out newsletter today. Already put out one on Thursday and Friday. Would look good to put out other one today. Would prolly leave me workless tomorrow. On other hand, still have mail to read and site to update.
12:06 Decide to put off decision for bit and go get mail.
12:10 Found on parcel: <<Wrapped by Alpha Mail>> Am extraordinarily amused.
12:16 Mail run done. Decide to do work while continuing to read mail, then work on site once work is finished. Feel good about self.
12:22 Remember Rareslash' birthday is next week. Oi, Nat, can I borrow your muses for a bit?
12:29 Realise have also got to design keenspace site and brother's site. Whimper quietly.
12:43 Am browsing plot bunny file. Remember young-James/young-Jason-as-party-favour bunny. Consider, but am still too pissed off at James. Bother. Back to work.
12:46 Take call. Make bumbling fool of self. Chide self that should get over ridiculous fear of phonecalls and be efficient.
13:02 Received email back from mother. Feel irritated and intruded upon. Realise am being unreasonable and no matter what may believe, do still care about what she thinks of me. Slightly depressed now. She has, however, found my walkman. This is of the good. Her sarcasm about it is not. Bitch.
13:16 Am cold. Bloody airco.
13:23 Another phonecall, another bumbling idiot impression. Dammit. Also, mint + coffee = weird combination of tastes. But nice. Also kind of aura-cleansing. They are Oxfam mints.
13:31 Put on Wings of Joy. With or without you already stuck in head, so no further damage can possibly be done.
13:45 Was terribly, horribly wrong. Mysterious ways is even more obsession-inducing than it was decade ago. Cannot believe am old enough to remember when decade-old song came out, and that obsessed over it. Man.
13:49 Frontpage being a bitch. Bluddy.
13:52 Ahem. Never mind. Was own stupid mistake.
14:09 Have finished newsletter. Wahey. Rock.
14:14 Would like to note that Frontpage sucks serious ass. Fucking bloody hell. FTP rules. Motherfucker.
14:21 Going out on errand for Boss Lady and to get lunch.
14:39 Back. Lunch now. Going on quest for tattoo design.
14:47 Have answered email to mother. Was only way to be able to delete email from inbox without feeling guily. Blah.
14:53 Talk to Steve, who is being afraid of dentist. Wussy.
14:59 Nat just signed in! Weee!
15:04 She's snowed in. Wahey, that means I'll get her for the rest of the day. :D
15:19 Heh:
15:33 Um. Freaky people just went for look on ledge. This is seventh floor. Oi.
15:53 Babbling to Nat about weekend fun. Mother-issues in back of mind where they belong again.
16:02 Still on tattoo hunt. Slightly cold. Still eating mints.
16:09 Have cake. Chocolate fudge. Am at peace with world.
16:21 My keyboard has arrived! At last! No more switching between qwerty and azerty.
17:07 At fucking last! Was about ready to go forth and murder. Can now continue search for tattoo design for all of 7 minutes before must leave to catch train. Dammit.
17:23 Decided to stay and take later train. Also got text msg'ed by Steve, who has returned from dentist. Ha-HA!
17:31 Read Zed's journal entry. Am now slightly depressed and jealous. Blah. Remind self that went out this weekend. Was social and stuff. Will be again this weekend.
17:32 Contemplate serious entry about stuff. Sigh. Sleep seems to have become most important thing in life, after work. More entry-worthy stuff.
17:38 Thinking happy Harry/Draco thoughts. Not working. Fuck.
17:59
08:15 Finished sandwich, reading LJ's and mail.
08:49 Reading mail still. Forced to take off taliesin [Celtic knot] necklace as neck is itching like bitch. The fuck?
09:15 Still reading mail. People are trickling in. Talking to Tri on AIM, describing Steve as 'pet boy'. Giggle semi-guiltily. Pretend to do actual work.
09:45 People continue to trickle in. More seriously pretending to work, while still reading mail. People like new hair colour.
10:08 M. just called, asked to be put through to R. Am distracted by trying to reign in renegade brain for minute or so. Bitches.
10:15 Still reading mail. Actual work is distracting, fuckitall. Have positioned newly acquired Biker Mice from Marsaction figure on top of monitor. Breckin is smirking at me from the other end. Bastard.
10:28 Phone just ringed once, then went silent again. Has been doing this for a few days now. Swear thing is haunted. Contemplate naming it, too, as this seems to have helped with computers.
10:32 Coffee has gone cold. Dammit, must remember to drink and not just work.
10:34 Reuters is not letting me in. Bastard.
10:36 Have recovered username and password from coworker. Still don't understand why auto-login didn't work. Bloody bastard.
10:39 Decide to change CD and put on one of two was given Saturday. Giggle at oh-my-god-they-were-young picture on cover of October. Admire Radar on cover of War. Feel vaguely pedophilish. Put on War. Put song titles into playlist.
10:42 Realise have no more room to stack 2 more CD's in rack. Also realise half of these were given to me. Feel slightly guilty. Debate forcing Metallica CD's on Steve. Admit have already perverted his mind to U2-slash and should cut him some slack.
10:49 Return from coffee and bathroom run. Cannot believe never noticed mirrors on ceiling toilet. The fuck?
10:54 Email mother so she has work email and phone number. Force self to address her as 'mum'. Harder than I thought. Shit. Is depressing.
10:58 Start on second lollipop of day. roof of mouth is entirely raw. Display bag of mints prominently on desk so am not tempted to take another lollipop. Know damn well am orally fixated.
11:13 Have been asked to check finances. Rejoice. Did not feel like battling Frontpage just yet.
11:32 Am bloody annoyed with this. Ten bleeding francs. Why can I not find the fault? Motherfucker. Roof of mouth now bleeding.
11:34 Manage to seriously hurt knee when going for printout. Swear mutedly and resolve to do exercises dad suggested.
11:39 Have triumphed.
11:42 Go out to get keys duplicated.
11:56 Back. Was whistled and jeered at by construction workers. Twice. Whoever said blondes have more fun was idiot.
11:59 Contemplate what to do with time. Think have enough material to put out newsletter today. Already put out one on Thursday and Friday. Would look good to put out other one today. Would prolly leave me workless tomorrow. On other hand, still have mail to read and site to update.
12:06 Decide to put off decision for bit and go get mail.
12:10 Found on parcel: <<Wrapped by Alpha Mail>> Am extraordinarily amused.
12:16 Mail run done. Decide to do work while continuing to read mail, then work on site once work is finished. Feel good about self.
12:22 Remember Rareslash' birthday is next week. Oi, Nat, can I borrow your muses for a bit?
12:29 Realise have also got to design keenspace site and brother's site. Whimper quietly.
12:43 Am browsing plot bunny file. Remember young-James/young-Jason-as-party-favour bunny. Consider, but am still too pissed off at James. Bother. Back to work.
12:46 Take call. Make bumbling fool of self. Chide self that should get over ridiculous fear of phonecalls and be efficient.
13:02 Received email back from mother. Feel irritated and intruded upon. Realise am being unreasonable and no matter what may believe, do still care about what she thinks of me. Slightly depressed now. She has, however, found my walkman. This is of the good. Her sarcasm about it is not. Bitch.
13:16 Am cold. Bloody airco.
13:23 Another phonecall, another bumbling idiot impression. Dammit. Also, mint + coffee = weird combination of tastes. But nice. Also kind of aura-cleansing. They are Oxfam mints.
13:31 Put on Wings of Joy. With or without you already stuck in head, so no further damage can possibly be done.
13:45 Was terribly, horribly wrong. Mysterious ways is even more obsession-inducing than it was decade ago. Cannot believe am old enough to remember when decade-old song came out, and that obsessed over it. Man.
13:49 Frontpage being a bitch. Bluddy.
13:52 Ahem. Never mind. Was own stupid mistake.
14:09 Have finished newsletter. Wahey. Rock.
14:14 Would like to note that Frontpage sucks serious ass. Fucking bloody hell. FTP rules. Motherfucker.
14:21 Going out on errand for Boss Lady and to get lunch.
14:39 Back. Lunch now. Going on quest for tattoo design.
14:47 Have answered email to mother. Was only way to be able to delete email from inbox without feeling guily. Blah.
14:53 Talk to Steve, who is being afraid of dentist. Wussy.
14:59 Nat just signed in! Weee!
15:04 She's snowed in. Wahey, that means I'll get her for the rest of the day. :D
15:19 Heh:
Jintro Sarto says:15:29 <<TATTOOING IS NOW LEGAL IN MASSACHUSETTS!!!>> Erm, it used to be illegal? The fuck?
Some people have all the luck
Nat says:
<g> Some people are Michael Stipe.
Nat says:
*cuddles him fondly* slut.
Nat says:
(Dragging the brain back to normal, now. Correcting heading, resuming normal flight.)
15:33 Um. Freaky people just went for look on ledge. This is seventh floor. Oi.
15:53 Babbling to Nat about weekend fun. Mother-issues in back of mind where they belong again.
16:02 Still on tattoo hunt. Slightly cold. Still eating mints.
16:09 Have cake. Chocolate fudge. Am at peace with world.
16:21 My keyboard has arrived! At last! No more switching between qwerty and azerty.
17:07 At fucking last! Was about ready to go forth and murder. Can now continue search for tattoo design for all of 7 minutes before must leave to catch train. Dammit.
17:23 Decided to stay and take later train. Also got text msg'ed by Steve, who has returned from dentist. Ha-HA!
17:31 Read Zed's journal entry. Am now slightly depressed and jealous. Blah. Remind self that went out this weekend. Was social and stuff. Will be again this weekend.
17:32 Contemplate serious entry about stuff. Sigh. Sleep seems to have become most important thing in life, after work. More entry-worthy stuff.
17:38 Thinking happy Harry/Draco thoughts. Not working. Fuck.
17:59
This is why my teeth start falling out. This conversation is too sickenly sugary sweet and sappy.17:12 Going to go home now. Write. Work on sites and stuff. Maybe. Prolly just read and sleep. I'm so boring.
(Steve; MSM)
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