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.

I second ita's thoughts on Rory.

And the part where Rory was defiant sure didn't hurt.

Nora, I command your day improve.

vw -- exactly the same for you.

Thanks ita. Today's actually a little better. I wish I'd hear back from the detective, but I guess you can't have everything.

Raquel, if you check in, Mal is just so very sweet. And all that Pooh! I just love it! (I'm a big sucker for anything Pooh related.)

Raquel, Mal is GORGEOUS! I wish the bureaucrats would pull their heads out of their butts so you could get the interbunny at home.