Oh god please let the rest of this week not be like today. And I haven't even migrated to a new mailtool, and I foresee that being a bloody disaster. I have nearly 1G of mail, filed in all sorts of ways. Theoretically, after I migrate, it'll be possible to archive them in a more sensible manner, but god, if it goes wrong, it goes horribly wrong.
And then I have to get used to the freaking HUGE display and mess with setting so everything isn't so HUGE, and then resign myself to the fact that I can technically telecommute now and not sure how I feel about that.
Topped all that off with a notice it's time to do this past year's annual review (and write up our goals for it, since the software was unavailable until today...for the past year) and UHG.
I am not made for fic in general, I think -- some link somewhere led me to a lovely Peter Wimsey story, but then I went to see what else was there and saw something about Bunter and rape, and ran away screaming again.
I'm not opposed to it, just easily freaked out. And probably too easily confused -- I read an official Criminal Minds tie-in book one time, and still forget that it wasn't an actual episode.
In other news about how I'm easily confused, since I stopped biting my nails a couple of years ago, I still don't quite know how to handle it when they get too long. I never cut my nails! But yes, now I need to sometimes.
I am way too easily scarred by the fic I can't handle. I find it very difficult to ignore. I can't browse for fic. I need to be pointed directly to it and then leave. I keep forgetting that, and thusly MCR Wincest. I even clicked on a cut tag, because I forget people write things I don't want to remember.
It's just never been something that grabs me, even in it's least-scarring form. People, different and all that.
Tired, fried and braindead.
Looks like Deuce is retiring again.
Well, huh. I'm sure there are good reasons for this little dance? I do like to see him on the sideline, in whatever capacity.
No, MCR Wincest. The Winchester brothers go home and shag after an MCR concert. ::shiver::
No. No, no, no. I do not wish to contemplate such things.
