Goddamnit. I was goign to be productive today. Yesterday I was NOT. I was all "Lalala, got back from trip, on internet, shit, have migraine...will be productive tomorrow"
This morning, log on to email...have email from ex, all "hey, we haven't talked in a while...you should know so you don't hear through the grapevine, you said you wanted to know if I was dating someone seriously, well I am"
Fuck. Now I'm useless and crying and plotting and wondering and all "why did I move to seattle?" and "no one loves me" and "why have I not even kissed anyone in MONTHS?" and "WTF is WRONG with me??" and "Goddamnit!" [edit: All before 9AM. Whcih is just EXTRA wrong]
I love my nerdy Buffistas.
Naming my Windows partition was a toss up between Heisenberg and Schroedinger, but I couldn't remember Schroedinger's first name.
Plus, I thought naming a Windows drive with anything even remotely associated with death in any way was pushing my luck too much.
I have no naming "scheme" per se.
The Batcomputer is named the Batcomputer. Or, on occasion, I refer to it as "Bruce".
The laptop is nicknamed "Wheezy" because it's so old it's steam-driven. I believe the copy of Word on it is registered to "E. Whitney"
Our computers started out being named for our alma maters' mascots--Buffalo and Quaker. When we got our first laptop, it was War Eagle for my family's Auburn loyalties. War Eagle is now mostly dead, and has been replaced by a break in the naming scheme. We named it Niehaus, for the M's announcer.
{{{meara}}}
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It's all because people are stupid. Lots and lots of people love you, and clearly Seattle is just too vague to see your kissableness.
Oh, meara, what a shitty way to start the day. {{{meara}}}
Cleaning is DONE! I need to put some furniture back after sweeping/mopping, but I'm all proud of myself. The party isn't till 7:00! I'm ready all early and stuff. I even vacuumed the back steps since people might come up and down them from the back yard. I'm not sure you can actually tell I vacuumed them, but oh, well. I'm considering sweeping the front porch since I'm done all early and stuff.
Grr. And I was like "OK, fine. Is it someone I know? And do you mean serious like 'We're moving in" or serious like "we've been on a few dates and people are going to see us out together and mention it to you"?"
And she was like "Serious like we've been dating a month and a half and she's a lawyer who just bought a house on Cap Hill and isn't really in the queer scene but I've been dragging her to bars and clubs"
Read: I found myself a straight girl who I'm making gay and will be my new sugar momma because my stupid nonprofit job doesn't pay enough for a real person to live on in DC!
Oh, meara. Sorry to hear about the morning's suckiness. You know we'd all make out with you right now, if we could.
