So er...what exactly is the new job?

Hmmm.

I've managed to grocery shop, hunt fruitlessly for a small lampshade and clean the apartment. Of course the latter is also responsible for what will be a huge ugly bruise on my boob, but...hey usually it's my toes that take the brunt of cleaning damage.

I should eat now except I have to wait for the kitchen floor to dry.

Lampshades: I just want a small (9.5 inches at the widest) conical lampshade for a table lamp, cause the lining on the current one is molting, no doubt from too much of Devi's affections. I've had no luck with Target, Kmart, Walmart and a home goods store today. Where else might I look?

Ikea?

New York!

Leise will be happy to know I just bought compact fluorescent bulbs. Maybe someday I'll put them in my livingroom overhead fixture. Jane Espenson and I are as one on this: [link]

So er...what exactly is the new job?

Me? I'm still being a technical project manager. Just nearer home (by a huge amount). Before I was project managing projects in my specialty (content management). Now it's just a free-for-all. I've got one project that should last about a year, and then we'll see.

DJ, I'd love a copy if you don't mind.

I'm thinking of starting up a fandom for cheddarvision, just to see how long it takes for it to go all meta and emo and wounded.

Oh, yes. Think we could get it going in time for it to be a category for this year's Yuletide?

I was cleaning.

Really I was, but I think Perkins the cat just defeated the Dyson.

It wasn't even that close a match.

Me? I'm still being a technical project manager. Just nearer home (by a huge amount). Before I was project managing projects in my specialty (content management). Now it's just a free-for-all. I've got one project that should last about a year, and then we'll see.

Oh, clearly corsets are called for, then.

Really I was, but I think Perkins the cat just defeated the Dyson.

Poor Dyson. I need a new vacuum. Well, I want one and am working on convincing myself that I need one. I've had this one 12.5 years. I have Hoover fatigue.

I need pictures of Lee's hair, ita's corset, and, um, some naked cute guys, please. These should rank together in terms of titillation.

Heh, I said tit.

Where did the day go? I ran errands, ate lunch, shopped, took a nap... oh, there it went.

I seriously think I need to stop drinking caffeine again. I felt so much better when I wasn't, and even my doctor agrees it's probably best, yet I can't convince myself that this is so. Every morning my brain whines for caffeine, and I give in. Actually, the same can be said for sugar. I need to overhaul my diet completely, and I don' wanna.

You have to treat your whiny brain like a whiny two-year old. Tell it "No" firmly twice. If it continues to whine, it gets a warning. If it continues to whine, it gets to stand in the corner - one minute for each year it is old.

If that doesn't work, lobotomy.