I have had to take my phone off the hook so as to stop the CONSTANT interrupting intercom calls my co-worker is making while I attempt to meet the final deadline on a 2-month project.

As I suspected, she doesn't hit me with a question every 3 to 5 minutes if she has to pick her ass up and walk across the building to my workstation.

Man, testing is going hilariously. Nothing inspires confidence like the vendor's developer making changes in prod while he's on the phone with you. Or even just revealing he's forgotten to make changes in prod.

I'm going home.

One of my co-workers just tried to get sassy. Heteronormatively sassy. Apparently women should be reborn as men so they get to know what being married to a woman is like.

Yeah, he probably thinks I'm gay now.

Local SF con Arisia is this weekend. I'd be there, but between gusting, window-rattling winds and penetrating cold, I'm not up for travelling in and out tonight. Tomorrow I'll make a long day of it.

Have fun Theo!

I'm going to sleep this weekend. That and see a friend from NH.

lots of kitty~ma lisah.

good luck with the moving-motivation, Perkins!

::thud::

Burrell, my tree is still up. And it's on the kitchen counter!

Flea, watch for old school Oprah at the center! (OMG, my autocorrect knows Oprah.)

Much ~ma, lisah.

Yay msbelle!

Goodness, I'm tired.

Hi ya.

Breaking in, does anyone have a link to a British dictionary? I'm hip to most UK spellings, but I need to make sure on some.

Better yet, if someone has a link to British dictionary germane to 1752.

Or naval terms on British ships circa 1750s.

Any? All three?

I still feel like shit, but I have to get this copy edit done tonight. Bleargh. Head not happy, stomach not happy, want to lay down and sleep.

Skippy skimmed.

I am a proud Hardy-sexual.

Erin, are you fb friends with Susan W? I bet she'd know (can't remember if that was her board name or no).

Well, I'm beat. Even though it was my day off.

The dogs have a new thing: they like to dictate my schedule. At 10 PM the St. Bernard decides it's time to go to bed. But he doesn't want to go alone; so if I don't escort him into the bedroom and then get in bed, he cries. He comes back out into the family room and lies down, whining piteously.

And at 6AM, the puppy starts barking. She has a particularly shrill, high-pitched bark. And at 6:30AM the St. Bernard starts whining, too.

I really should have taken a nap today.

Instead I went into the city, hung out at a coffee shop and cranked through most of my book-club book (Christopher Isherwood's Berlin Stories), went to lunch with an old friend, and then did some shopping downtown. I should not be so tired.

I am going to have to explain to my sister why I felt the need to break into her Glenlivet.