Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

[jlh]

Well, I emerged from my work-related hell on Friday afternoon. I am happy to report that everything went incredibly swimmingly. Better than expected. I am actually very happy indeed about work these days. Still, I'm glad that our big presentation is over and my free time is once again my own. So, I'll try to post more than once a week. Honest.

It's funny, you go from being a whimpering, simpering fangirl to being an LJ friend. Then you reread the fic and become a whimpering, simpering fangirl all over again. Which is just to say go read Of Silver right the fuck now. Then congratulate ballyharnon for being a genius. (Oh, and bally: I bet you could have Martha if you wanted her.)

My beloved best friend C____ got a job, finally. I swear to G-d, every day I love him even more. Lying sort of winter, indeed. I'm beginning to suspect that no one will love me more than he does. Better, certainly. More, never.

Welcome back,bluebyrd and rabican! Good to see you here, ekatity! opheliac, we will take as much of you as we can. We'll be here when you are!

I meant to read a lot more this afternoon. But no. No, I had to spend the afternoon REBUILDING MY HARDDRIVE. Well, at least I was able to save everything important. However, it does mean I'll spend part of my fabu day off tomorrow re-inputting my damn preferences. Also, I was so freaked out during the process I spent two hours on the phone with tech support while nervously smoking like a fiend. Unfortunately, my apartment was closed up for the AC at the time, so I had to air it out earlier this evening. Feh, it's hot.

Tonight's new Sex and the City was excellent. I love Sunday nights on HBO, even if that makes me sound like an ad.

Comments

[ballyharnon.livejournal.com]

hey, thanks for the plug, but martha can go and lick a cattle prod.

just 'cause i can out-shabby-chic her doesn't mean she's my type. in fact, there would probably be nasty catfighing over who gets to decorate the bedroom, and she would end up decorating it -with her splattered brain matter. ^_~

*pets her pretty uber-martha journal*

[jlh.livejournal.com]

*snickers* I wasn't saying she was your type but that you might be hers. Anyway, maybe you can hang in there long enough to get some cash before you kick her out. Don't let her give you stock, though.

Aren't you the bombshell?

[ekatity.livejournal.com]