No, my temp job blocks Le B.org.

EVIL!

So much to do today. But first, must digest the coffee and let it kick in.

Gronklies. I'm up too damn early. They have me scheduled for work two hours earlier than usual.

Also, one of my diabetes medications has a sticker on it that was put on by the pharmacist after making the label with my name on it.

It says to consult my doctor or pharmacist before breastfeeding.

As a man, I feel justified in saying, "damn right I will."

Bless y'all.

...it continues to tickle me to read about you folks waking up and swigging coffee etc when I'm sprawling on my bed with the neon-spangled Bangkok night unfurled like a dark tapestry outside my window, pondering what to order for dinner.

So, I can haz day off work!

Yay for my boss! I'm off to Singapore week after next, where I'm going to be staying at a friend's friend's house - my friend is flying there for a wedding and crashing with the soon-to-be-wed, and I'm crashing too. In light of which, it would be really quite rude to leave it without actually attending the wedding to which they so generously extended me an invitation. Only - the wedding's on the Sunday, so I need to fly back on the Monday.

Happily it's an inset day, rather than a school day. Still, my boss totally didn't need to let me take the day off, so fucking Well Done Her. I didn't even have to say "Look, I'll take it as an unpaid day."

I have, it should be noted, had no days absent at all to date, whereas I think pretty much every other member of staff has had at least one sick day by this point, if not several. And I was honest with her about the situation, rather than trying to do some elaborate con thing. Still - Go Team Good Boss, eh?

Today I have (1) taught my ridiculously endearing wee Thai student (although she did spend much of the lesson drawing pictures of Rapunzel and pretending to be an octopus, but I did manage to sneak in some phonics too); (2) treated myself to another luxurious, expensive but oh-so-worth-it lunch at The Blue Elephant immediately afterwards (this is becoming a pattern...I tutor Frang RIGHT NEXT TO the restaurant, and then saunter out, cash in hand, and treat myself to yummy food in a setting of glorious old world decadence; (3) finished reading 'Kushiel's Scion' while eating at said restaurant; (4)visited a tailor and commissioned 2 skirts and one long overshirty thing; and, (5), purchased the following DVDs: Peter Pan (The jailbait/hot pirate version, not the cartoon), My Own Private Idaho, Partition (Jimi Mistry! And...Kristin Kreuk? in India, it would appear?) The Libertine (Johnny. Depp. Big white shirts. Sexiness. Probably crap, but - gah.) Driving Lessons (Rupert "Ron Weasley" Grint! Driving Julie Walters around! Bonding with her! Having a fling with some woman in her 30s!!!), Paprika (tagline: 'This is your brain on anime' - from the director of Perfect Blue and Tokyo Godfathers), The Brothers Grimm (Hot boys! Fairy tales! Terry Gilliam!), Domino (Keira Knightley playing a hot bounty hunter) and Finding Neverland (...Johnny Depp, kidlit, Kate Winslet...well, you know the drill by this point).

And now I'm trying to download dualbunny's Starbuck vid set to Pink's Cuz I Can, which strikes me as a marvellous combination of song and subjectmatter. Oh, if only my dialup weren't powered by three elderly hamsters on a wheel somewhere in downtown Bangkok.

Um. Yeah. So - memememe, apparently. Good morning, lovely people!

I woke up too early. Bleargh.

My computer stopped doing the thing. I may or may not have hit f11. Thanks, Laga!

drinking water, have taken pill, hope to sleep again soon

My apartment has no hot water this morning. It is distressing, because my day of complete productivity at Starbucks really stalls without a shower, and it's too cold for a cold shower. It's 48°! Yay Autumn!

Tonight, I'm going to a Bollywood dance party. I'm kind of excited about it.

Your tiny Thai student sounds adorable, Fay. And that lunch sounds good (I'm hungry). As does your boss. Good bosses are awesome.

A Bollywood dance party sounds cool.

I took the test and was strongly visual and kinesthetic, but reading about them I realize I'm a touch more kinesthetic than visual. My auditory learning skills were about nil. No wonder I like message boards. I can feel the words as I type them, and see everyone else's response.

According to the picture on this page: [link] I am more right-brained than left-brained. I don't think I believe that.

Ooh, Bollywood party sounds fab, Gris!

Is that going to be the dancing lady? Weirdest thing, that - I had a crack an hour or two ago, and initially she was totally turning clockwise - and then there was this odd sense of dislocation/inversion/whatever, and I realised that obviously she was really turning anticlockwise. And then I couldn't get back to clockwise again.

...must

...stop

...eating

...candied cantaloup.

It's...I can feel the sugar fucking with me. Ngah. And yet it sits there being all fruity and tempty.

Must stop.

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...okay. And on a related note, do we think that candied canteloup or preserved plums would be the best thing with which to flavour my newly-purchased stolli? I'm leaning towards the preserved plums, myself - I think they're plums. The sign said peaches, but they look far more plum-like, and they're quite wonderfully sweet/sour and tangy. Or should I go for cinnamon? My own OTFlavour for DIY flavoured vodka. Or possibly Masala Chai? But that's a rank outsider - the main contenders at present are cinnamon or plum.

Hmm.

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::ignores tempting slices of candied canteloup pointedly::

Is that going to be the dancing lady? Weirdest thing, that - I had a crack an hour or two ago, and initially she was totally turning clockwise - and then there was this odd sense of dislocation/inversion/whatever, and I realised that obviously she was really turning anticlockwise. And then I couldn't get back to clockwise again.

I had the exact opposite happen.

I babysat the backlot tram tour part of Halloween Horror Nights last night. It was wet. Very, very, very wet. I haven't gotten that wet and miserable in a long time. I think ND got wetter, by the end of the night.

Wet.