I am pulling an all-nighter at work.
Not, of course, that I meant to do so. i looked up, and whoops, it was one-thirty AM, a half hour after the last bus leaves Fremont, a good two hours after any of my friends with vehicles can reasonably be expected to be awake. And, well, i don't exactly have enough money on me for a cab.
So that leaves work. I did get a lot done, till i abruptly hit the end of my ability to get anything useful done at about 2 am. Since ftp and telnet access on my machine are down at the moment, i hopped over to Bill's machine to check my email...and guess what? Melanie's back in Iowa, safe and sound. I was worried, I really was. So she's there, she's okay except for missing me and stuff like that.
We're far too attached to each other for our own good. yup. (Neither of us do long distance relationships. We can't. So...that leaves...love. And the promise that we'll do whatever we have to do, as much as we can.)
Anyway.
Work forecast is continued crazy till mid-August, still. however, I have a bargaining chip that i hope will make all of my current problems with working as much as i am go poof. Can't post anything about it at the moment, but we'll see how it goes.
i am remarkably banal at 4:30 AM, aren't I?
So I messed around some with Our Present Darkness, fixed some things I could have sworn i fixed a while back, posted some more content. Fixed some links, deleted some stuff, you know.
An hour till the first bus of the day comes and I can go home, take a shower and change my clothes, and feed the cats who are at this moment probably extremely angry with me.
My mom was here this weekend.
She's a neat lady. A trifle clueless when it comes to picking up little clues her daughter leaves lying around, but neat. We went shopping, which is an activity that both she and I genuinely enjoy.
How stereotypically female. Shopping! But it was fun. and I got a microwave cart and an encrypted rug (which must be seen to be believed) out of it.
I've also cleaned the house pretty much thoroughly in the past few days. Call it an urge to get the nest tidy before getting caught up in the insanity that calls itself my workplace again. i don't get another weekend till...well, probably mid-August.
Luckily for my company, i also have nothing even vaguely resembling a life till then, either.
i have a cold. Or a sinus infection. or something. I'm stuffy and I'm running a fever, and i'm pretty sure that getting no rest and being under an incredible amount of work stress aren't helping. this is a sign that I am under too much stress, and that my body is going to get sicker and sicker till I am finally forced to take a few days off and recuperate. Unfortunately, i am so critical-path on this project that I cannot take off a day or two. literally. Were I to miss a day, we'd likely miss several deadlines.
As I believe I've said before, this sucks. I don't mind being critical-path. I do mind being critical-path while at the same time being severely understaffed.
I had my palm read today. (the company had the quarterly staff meeting today, which was the major reason I missed the last bus. damn 3-hour meetings midday.) Here's what i remember the reader telling me:
She said I have writer's hands, i was probably magnesium deficient, and I should take care to examine my breasts carefully as I got older. Lots of creative energy. I have a long life line, and I'll be healthy for most of it. She sensed a move as a child, and that I changed drastically after it--which is not entirely true, but since she didn't know about the DID, it's probably the most accurate representation. She sensed a lot of female energy around me, and that I was very mellow as a child, but as an adult i've turned into a rebel. She said that I should watch for a salesperson to come into my life, and a person named Ann. She said I have a lot of self-esteem as far as work is concerned, but lack it in my love life, and in telling my mother what I need to tell her. She says October will bring a financial boon (which is probably true, as by October I should have finished going to my new higher salary level) and that the year I'm 26 should be an excellent year for me. She also says i'm capable of long and lasting love.
It was pretty cool, over all. i've always wanted to have my palm read.
anna begins is a pretty fucking excellent song.
so is raspberry swirl.
*checks the bus schedule again*
*obsessed with horizontal rules*
I'm very tired and i'm very hungry, and I do believe that i'm going to pack up to go home.
4:00 PM
I'm back at work, after having come in, gone home for a nap, then come back in about 2.
Lillith had an adventure last night. apparently, the neighbors were in their garden watering, and a small white and black bundle came hurtling out of the sky. Lillith had jumped out of the second-story window.
So they brought her inside and left a note on my door, which i didn't find till this morning when i got home.
she seems none the worse for wear, and the boys seemed to be pretty happy to have her back. They groom her, and she grooms them right back. it's very cute to watch.
and, yes, today I'm still obsessing about a redesign. i might actually rename the journal yet again, which will either be a testament to my fickleness or to the fact that I didn't like the name very much in the first place. It was a good name, while it lasted, but it might be time for it to go away.
But only if something superior is about to take its place.