I just asked yet another person about the project that's eating me from my bottom, and he was all "Oh, we can't do it *that* way! What were you thinking?" EVERY TIME I ASK ANYONE NEW, the old ways are impossible. No one understands this project. It's insane.

I'm going home to drown my sorrows in some network attached storage.

Also, there's something perfumed in my purse and I can't work out what it is or how to get rid of it. Driving me batty.

In 16 minutes I can go home and walk the dog and buy fresh vegetables and listen to the last two chapters of Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince.

In the meantime, I shall read an academic article about fanfiction for cancelled series.

Rushed home from work to meet a guy at the house at 4. Walked in the door to him leaving a message saying he'd be 15 or 20 minutes late.

People pull this shit all the time, and I hate it.

My plan for today was going for a bike ride, signing up for a pool membership, and cleaning my apartment. What I actually did was wait around for people to move my air conditioner (long story), read some more Harry Potter, and take a nap.

But would you warn for a sapient cat?

I am not going to look for Wing Commander fic. I just won't. ... I hope.

This conversation is putting the "Sex with Ducks" song in my head

Sex with dolphins? Really??

I just got back to school after our field trip to Six Flags. It was a perfect day. About 70 degrees, sunny. Short lines. Perfect.

Now I'm waiting for rush hour traffic to die down a bit before I head home.

I have no idea why I am watching the A & E biography of Eminem, but I am surprised to find he is my age, not younger. I am used to being shocked at how young people are, but this is weird.

Windows thrown wide open, exhaust fan on. It's dry air! And it is getting cooler! It's gonna get chilly!

Just as I was finishing the last lap of my mile and a half, call to clear the pool. One of the littles had pooped. Sigh. But I got in my 54 (55, actually, I was in a groove so decided to do a few more,) just not the 6 mixed I do at the end and the wallow in the pool. Ah well, better than just missing my goal.

Went to lunch with a bunch of coworkers to celebrate one's recent marriage. Got to see pics, and holy hell, look like something out of a magazine photo shoot. It was on the beach in the DR, his bride is drop dead gorgeous and my coworker looked amaaaaaazing. They both looked like models. He's huge-6'5" and seriously built. His biceps are the size of my thighs. Or bigger. And he's the small one in the family, I just can't imagine! Anyway, he's getting a raft of shit for being so model pretty from his friends, so we just added to that. (He's seriously one of the best looking guys in the building.)

It was a good lunch, and reminded me why I value this team. We've had a rough few months, and tempers frayed a lot. But we were able to joke about it and settle back into comfortable with each other.

There was a time I'd avoid all work social things, and with larger groups (division, institute) I still do, but my teams? Yeah, I like a lot of them personally. And that's a good thing.

(And OMG, I can't believe how many have kids graduating from hs or college this month!)

Giles and House are both on this ep of MI-5. It's kinda weird.