The No Good Horrible VERY BAD Friday

[ase]

I was all set to argue myself out of an Aliph Jawbone 2 (Pros:
AWESOME; Cons: it costs as much as the phone I'm pairing it with, you
tool), but I lost my mp3 player today. Replacing my beloved Sansa Clip
trumps bluetooth headset.

Day Three of Understaffed Work-Related Insanity started today at 7:30 AM.

I have been sick for a week and a half.

When I get off my paid job, I go to Capclave, when what I really want
is a long bike ride, a hot shower and a stack of DVDs *this* *high*.
Starting with Moulin Rouge and going down

Thursday night was a series of subtle failures to triumph over my
fundamental desire for 12 hours of sleep and a functional lactase
gene.

I started this at 3 PM, during my "lunch", and now it's six and I'm
finally done at work and I have missed the Friday gripe window. Now
someone's going to try and give me internet hugs, and I will try to
reach back through the fiber-optic cable to smack them, because I feel
in my heart and soul that internet hugs are a prime example of the
false intimacy of the internet.

Will this week just end already, please. Please.

Comments

[ase.livejournal.com]

and then I figured out it was because she was always touching people

Oh my gosh, I would die in the humanities. Yay biology! I have no topical anecdotes, but I empathize with the alpha female part. It's good that you could ID what was bugging you and adjust accordingly.

(the couple of people who've met me in RL after only internet conversations have been surprised as to how much quieter and less articulate, er, rambly I am when speaking rather than writing...)

The internet has editing functions not available in realtime, alas.

[charlie-ego.livejournal.com]

I don't know if the humanities are generally like that, but they are certainly much more accepting of such behavior :)

The other thing about the interwebs is that I may write you what seems like a long and rambly comment (ahem), but divided over 24 hours it's really not that much socialization...