Sarameg, I've got helicopters too. I think something might have happened in my neighborhood.

I wore orthotics in my loafers today because my plantar fasciitis has been giving me trouble. Bad idea. By the time I left the office at 1:30 for my hair appointment, I was hobbling. I'm now crashed on the couch armed with laptop, wine, and ibuprofen, and feeling guilty about whining about my feet to my hair colorist, who has had plantar problems for years, what with the on her feet all day.

Strega gets Will Scarlett over my dead body. I've even got a Will icon on my LJ. I even wrote a Mary Sue story about my lurve for marvelous broken intense Will. One of these days I'll watch King Arthur so I can see Ray as Bors.

oww, Consuela. I hope you feel better soon.

I just ordered salad and pasta online from a nearby restaurant. Why do they insist on calling to confirm the order. If I wanted to talk to someone, I would have just called.

Re: RoS

I claim Robin of Loxley, the Huntington guy, and also Nasir. I'd like first refusal on Gisburne too, for kicks and giggles.

Pizza is being delivered, anti-nausea meds are being taken, drinks with sugar will be drunk as soon as I can handle looking at them.

I may have embarassed someone today (not in the awful way that panicked me before, thank dawg) by suggesting that having a thing for Willow and a thing for Kaylee isn't really displaying that much range. I hope I don't pay for that. In blood. On the krav floor.

I call dibs on Rocket Robin Hood. [link]

I wore orthotics in my loafers today because my plantar fasciitis has been giving me trouble.

I wore my clogs today because I've been wearing too many flat shoes recently. The blisters on the balls of my feet wave comfortingly at your tendons.

Oooh, Nasir. I'd protest, ita, but you'd beat me. Besides, Mark Ryan is far more likely to prefer you, what with the sword-mastery and all. You can show him your Legolas knives.

Still, Nasir? Teh hott, as they say.

My heels wave back at you, Betsy.

OK, so I'm popular with police lately. An officer came knocking at my door. Asking how long one of 4 lights in the stairwell had been out. Um, I dunno? Never noticed. Three other lights were bright, this was a weak 100 W one. He studiously took notes.

Weird. WEIRD.

Also, I tripped over my own feet and bruised my ass spectacularly on a footstool in a really awkward place. OW. OWOWOWOW.

And yet, the cops take me seriously?

ita, please take care. Working body ma to you.

I seem to have cured my touch of the flu with tuna sushi smothered in wasabi. Much much yummier than theraflu.

Between business trips and training new hires, I am swamped at work. I barely have time to read the board much less post. I feel like I'm missing stuff.

On the plus side, I'm a huge hero to the agency I just finished a project for, and to the new hires for taking them out tomorrow for a happy hour to end their two week training before they head to Houston.

hey, guess who can't fall asleep. I packed, called a cab, left stuff for neighbor, ate something, straightened up room, and now I guess I'll go through some stuff on the DVR.

Anyone watching ER? I walked in the door as they were feeding a what they called a monkey but was clearly an ape