I was going to say, shrift -- I'm pretty sure I know where you'll be in five months!
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yes, but in terms of job and life? Not so sure. Except that I'm going to VividCon and Dragon*Con around then, which, okay, 5 months from now will be pretty good.
Fuck jobs and life. Viva los cons.
And on that note, maybe I'll get Thai for lunch.
5 months from now will be a pretty good month, knock wood.
Oh, that. Eh. Minor details.
CHICAGO!!!
I love the image of sara.
Laugh even harder when you realize the box was deep enough I could only see down. But I was picking stuff up off the floor, so that was ok.
Right now I'm concentrating on surviving the next 5 hours, if by concentrating I mean "miserable and loaded on Sudafed."
Can I just say, my work is sucking very badly today. When your library collection is all mixed up and you can't fix it because it's up to other people, it is very hard. The whole point of libraries is to be orderly!
People tell me all the time that I don't *look* thirty-two and expect me to be flattered. Like I have this big regimen to keep the years from clawing my face, and it's working...go me! But it's silly...the sun fries me in minutes, I've never smoked and I drink about four times a year. So basically every time I take that compliment I'm saying "Yes! Thank heaven I picked the right parents and I don't get out much!" Possibly, I'm reading too much in, however.