Not a bloody thing to write about, except the usual. Same old, same bloody old. Much workwise procrastnation. (Grr, hate this stuff. I gotta find me another line of business, and quick). Occasional SOs-related warmfuzzies. (I'm damn lucky to have wonderful people who care about me lots ( Read more... )

Procrastination abounds. I should return to reality now; instead I'm trying to steal another minute or two before Coming Back From Vacation ( Read more... )

So, I am actually pondering getting a me-account on this thing. And the thing of it is, I don't really want to. I've said it already - no time, no drive to write such that my friends would actually read it (see, this here is OK because I can indulge in moping without annoying people, but if I whine at my actual friends they'd think I'm whiney, or ( Read more... )

It's awfully fun to watch things come together, especially when one has some idea of how in pieces things were before the final hour. (Am really impressed with the folks who cause such things to happen).

Ok, so it's not really a miracle. Merely a perfectly feasible but highly improbable occurrence. I have, by sheer accident, stumbled into my password for this account. Before I completely forgot the username, even, although it was a rather close call. Amazing, isn't it. (And now I'm humming lyrics: It's good, isn't it. Great, isn't it. Grand, ( Read more... )

Nothing happened again, and I don't want to talk about it,either. Why am I here? In frustration, really. See, I don't _like_ LJ. I don't want any aspect of my life to be written down, visible, recorded for posterity. But lately it's become the only way to see how my friends are doing, so I come here and read it. I know that people I care ( Read more... )