Elope-iversary

Dude! I am totally stealing this! this totally justifies my narcissi-post!

I coined a word before 10 a.m.

My work here is done.

Does that mean you get to go home now, Steph?

I haven't even started working. Well, fed the small fry and changed and got Kara to try to go potty on the toilet and thwarted Aidan's attempt to redecorate in sliced banana.... it doesn't feel like real work, though.

{{{Billytea}}} I wish there was something more we could do.

Great, Tep's already coining words and I'm still stuck on gronk.

Oooh, there's my coffee maker noise now.

it doesn't feel like real work, though.

Sure sounds like real work to me.

My coworker just lent me her Season 5 Homicide dvds. Somehow I don't think my boss will let me take the rest of the day as a "sick of waiting to see what happens to Munch et al" day. Pity. They're just sitting there, looking all grim and tempting. Like Wesley toward the end of Angel.

ETA: "They" = the dvds, not my boss and/or coworker. No one I work with bears any resemblance to Wesley at any stage of B:TVS or Angel.

EagainTA: Unfortunately.

Sure sounds like real work to me.

Holy crap, me too.

Great, Tep's already coining words and I'm still stuck on gronk.

Hey, I'm in Tep's timezine and I'm still stuck on "gronk - bleah". At least you have the excuse of being two hours behind.....

Ack, billytea. Hope that all resolves sooner than later. I hate family "situations", and have been lucky to have had to endure only a handful.

The death of a parent can bring out the worst sometimes, unfortunately. There were a couple of doozies for me surrounding my father's death.

Hey, I'm in Tep's timezine and I'm still stuck on "gronk - bleah". At least you have the excuse of being two hours behind.....

I'm pretty sure in two hours I will be at the "gronk, bleah, should have stayed home" stage, but I guess for that to happen I have to finish getting dressed and actually go to work first.

Does that seem right to you?

t /OiS reference

I'm hungry. In order to eat anything, I really ought to finish the massive cleaning of the kitchen I started last night. Why oh why did I think that was a good idea? Everything's half done and sitting there staring at me accusingly. Bleagh.

I'd also like to report that I have gone insane. I've been knitting almost non-stop since I started. I found the most incredible mossy yarn and I don't know what I'm making with it. I just cast on and started "needling" as Kara calls it. It feels like heaven. I think it's going to be a blanket, or a throw, or a scarf. I've been carrying the yarn and knitting needles around with me like a security blanket (the only previous one having been reft from my little arms when I was four). The babies upset me? I sit down and knit a row. The freelance makes me crazy? I stop working and knit a row. I'm sort of hoping I get over this soon because, really, taking it to bed with me every night is starting to upset someone.