The Good, The Bad, and The (actually only sometimes) Cranky--

[themeletor]

--not necessarily in that order, but in great quantity.

Me + tea = love/hate relationship. I'm either chain-drinking it, or putting my foot in it (literally - just ask gambling_pirate). Or, in the case of last night, dumping a splash of it (with the diameter of a largish golf ball) onto the keyboard of my laptop.

And so I am ambivalent to inform you that, after much with the freaking and the wailing and gnashing of teeth (mme_of_achilles, you're an angel for helping me through it), my darling baby is dry and functioning - to the best of my knowledge - except for a rogue shift key which through its obstinate presence will not have me log in. At least it boots, so I can get my stuff off the HD if worse comes to worse.
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The Jane Austen Royal Navy lecture went well, and I thank elessil and tiggothy for their pictorial assistance. I split up the color images between the girls (thus fulfilling as it was said: "They shall divide my Printouts between them; and for Kennedy they shall draw lots" -- or something) and made my prof promise to read O'Brian over the summer. Barring any further computer ordeals, I hope to have a corresponding picspam up by the end of the night.
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Mum got her job! I should have reacted more lovingly when she told me this morning, but I'd fallen asleep on the couch after being on the phone 'till past 3 in the morning and was furious with myself to find that it was past 6 already, because I had to print and caption the picture handouts. But she was understanding, and we had German Chocolate Cake for breakfast, and we're buying Finding Neverland tonight to celebrate! Because now we have full health benefits and possibly even enough income to bump us above the poverty line.

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And now my Bear Latte calls to me and my minor amounts of discretion tell me to stfu, so I leave you to your regularly scheduled day sans my babbling.

Comments

[tiggothy.livejournal.com]

Hope your laptop gets better. I shall have to make sure my husband doesn't read about it, else I'll be banned from any sustenance whilst using our one - we're already banned from eating when using it due to rogue biscuit crumbs, and banned from drinking alcohol near it due to an accident involving a glass of wine & him jogging my elbow...

*hugs 'n' rum* and loads of congratulations to yer mum. I nknow how wonderful it is to get the job you've been after, so *squee*

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

Eek. That's my worry when Da finds out how I did it... *worry*

Yes, I'm v. happy about that.

On another note, I'm thinking I'll get back into writing stuff with regards to Existentialism-verse -- are you, for one, still interested in that, or shall I scrap it? Just curious. I have 2 free periods in a row and ideas starting to hit.

[tiggothy.livejournal.com]

YES!!!

I'd love to hear more of what happens there... even though it's so sad 7 hard for them *huggles James* (well, any excuse, y'know ;-)

[ima-pseudonym.livejournal.com]

*whoops loudly* Yay for jobs, and Johnny Depp, and J.M. Barrie! It must be a j-day.

*repays past kindnesses with only slightly burnt (the very best I can do) cookies*

[migraine.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ woman, I know we have a love/hate relationship. You don't have to tell the whole world. It wouldn't happen if you didn't PURPOSELY try to piss me off during EVERY STUPID SHOW WE'RE/YOU'RE IN.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

GOD, I'm SORRY. I can't help it if you're pissy before EVERY PERFORMANCE. And maybe if you LISTENED to me more often I wouldn't have to complain about it!

[migraine.livejournal.com]

You know what.





We're through.

AGAIN.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

FINE.






And you can fold your own damn pants. Whore.