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Feb. 5th, 2010 10:48 pmOh, Penn Station - bless you and your devilishly tasty sandwiches and hargle-worthy fries. I am still *urp*ily full from dinner five hours ago.
In other news, it is the considered opinion of me and a lot of other qualified people that January absolutely SUCKED. It certainly ate my brain in a lot of ways.
( RIP, Scott Swanson )It was quite the sobering slap that I need to give a damn about keeping in touch with the people who mean so much to me.
Another topic currently feeding my self-absorption is babies, and the conceiving of another one. The Emperor is going to be in kindergarten in the fall, meaning the cost of his daycare won't be eating a large portion of my paycheck. So even though the husband is still unemployed, the timing is not going to get any righter for kid #2, and my ovaries are certainly not getting any younger. After a rousing effort this past cycle, though, I can feel in my lady parts PMS starting the thundering salvos of another menstrual cycle. I had really thought we'd caught, dammit. *sigh* Another chance to get my (metaphorical and literal) house in order, I suppose.
( LL Cool E: Legos Loved by Cool Emperor )
Work is in bad sitcom mode. We are crazy busy prepping for "a new business opportunity", for which we have yet to sign a contract. We're going like gangbusters, working under a veil of secrecy (about half the company has not been informed of the details) for a freaking letter of intent. We've been down this road before and got royally screwed. At least I'm keeping busy.
I will be honest - I totally cried at the end of Dollhouse. I knew the show would have a short life, but...Joss spoilered my spoilerest spoiler! At least I still have Chuck, and Castle, and White Collar, and Big Bang Theory, and...Somehow, I can sense![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miniglik snickering at me.
February, as a personal favor, can you suck less? A good start would be a cessation of precipitation. I mean, really - we don't need more snow. We certainly don't need more rain. I personally am craving actual sunlight like...a suicidal emo vampire? A field of Midwestern corn? Whatever. You get the picture. ENOUGH WITH THE DOOM AND GLOOM, DAMMIT.
How's that snowpocalypse treating you all?
In other news, it is the considered opinion of me and a lot of other qualified people that January absolutely SUCKED. It certainly ate my brain in a lot of ways.
( RIP, Scott Swanson )It was quite the sobering slap that I need to give a damn about keeping in touch with the people who mean so much to me.
Another topic currently feeding my self-absorption is babies, and the conceiving of another one. The Emperor is going to be in kindergarten in the fall, meaning the cost of his daycare won't be eating a large portion of my paycheck. So even though the husband is still unemployed, the timing is not going to get any righter for kid #2, and my ovaries are certainly not getting any younger. After a rousing effort this past cycle, though, I can feel in my lady parts PMS starting the thundering salvos of another menstrual cycle. I had really thought we'd caught, dammit. *sigh* Another chance to get my (metaphorical and literal) house in order, I suppose.
( LL Cool E: Legos Loved by Cool Emperor )
Work is in bad sitcom mode. We are crazy busy prepping for "a new business opportunity", for which we have yet to sign a contract. We're going like gangbusters, working under a veil of secrecy (about half the company has not been informed of the details) for a freaking letter of intent. We've been down this road before and got royally screwed. At least I'm keeping busy.
I will be honest - I totally cried at the end of Dollhouse. I knew the show would have a short life, but...Joss spoilered my spoilerest spoiler! At least I still have Chuck, and Castle, and White Collar, and Big Bang Theory, and...Somehow, I can sense
miniglik snickering at me.February, as a personal favor, can you suck less? A good start would be a cessation of precipitation. I mean, really - we don't need more snow. We certainly don't need more rain. I personally am craving actual sunlight like...a suicidal emo vampire? A field of Midwestern corn? Whatever. You get the picture. ENOUGH WITH THE DOOM AND GLOOM, DAMMIT.
How's that snowpocalypse treating you all?
