Man, catching up on Season Five of The Gilmore Girls has me pissed off.

(Link goes to my most recent livejournal post, a rant about society in the context of GG Season Five. Specifically, a society where it's okay for the word "slut" to be applied to a character displaying what appears to be a rather normal college-age sex life. There are spoilers for the season thus far, so don't click if that's a bad. Comments and arguments welcome.)

vw! Good to see you. I can totally understand why you wouldn't have any energy this morning.

I have fifteen more minutes before I will make myself get up and get working. I have a horrible feeling that this won't all be done on time.

Ooooooo...how can I steal that fifteen minutes?! I want more Anne time!

Gris, I'll have to go check that out later and share my thoughts.

I'm waiting for the detective to call me back. Grrrrr... I'm not patient.

Eep! I should have checked back earlier. The 15 minutes are nearly up (I was reading some fanfiction, and lost track of time). Anyhow, I'll be checking in here from time to time between various tasks and suchlike.

A week from today, the movers arrive. A week from tomorrow, I go to settlement and get a nice fat check for this house. A week from Thursday, I hit the road. A week from Friday, I will be in my house, possibly with nothing more than a cat, an Aerobed, and a carload of electronic equipment.

I can just imagine. (That was to vw, but Anne has my sympathy as well.)

So, it's my sister's birthday. It's a gorgeous day outside, my brother got in last night from Russia, and they're going to a baseball game today.

I, OTOH, am going to work.

Crap.

God, I hate my job.

A week from today, the movers arrive. A week from tomorrow, I go to settlement and get a nice fat check for this house. A week from Thursday, I hit the road. A week from Friday, I will be in my house, possibly with nothing more than a cat, an Aerobed, and a carload of electronic equipment.

This is all so exciting! And crazy-making for you, I'm sure.

I can just imagine.

Thanks.

Happy Birthday to your sister, brenda!

{{{Nora}}}

Sorry, Nora. It sucks to spend a third of your day doing something you hate.

Thanks for the hugs and good wishes, all.

And yay, Jen! I may have to try the Cupid thing, once life settles down a bit. He sounds like a nifty fella.

Gris, I think the idea of Rory cheerfully getting into bed repeatedly with a married man contributed to the use of the term. That wasn't normal at my university.

Anne, when you check in again, insent.