It's all blue skies, smoke and sunshine again, but I'm having one of those days, you know, the bus never shows, nor the next one, the lift doesn't work and everyone has decided now that they don't like the CMS at all, any of it, so it's back to the drawing board again and me buried in textbooks I don't understand all Xmas. Never mind having to organise Xmas and keep working on my own page, to be henceworth known as My Precious for all its lifesucking joyless soulsucking ways.
All I wanted to do over Xmas was wind down a bit and write some fic. That was all I wanted. Too much to ask, apparently. I've been waiting over six years now for some quiet time. Stand back, she's gonna blow.
Still, big hugs to the pal who posted me that Xmas card yesterday. A much needed laugh indeed. Hmmm...I see a bottle of Tia Maria and more Kelly & Scotty in my future, because I did enjoy my brief foray last night after Dark Angel (mmm, Alec...) Too much coffee during the day led to an impromtu midnight cult tv festival as I was too jittery to sleep. My fault entirely. Really jittery, too, as in bouncing on the bed chasing after cockroaches on the ceiling jittery. They were real roaches at least, and not imaginary ones J.