Thursday Pub - Highlights,,,

Seeing barty (mwah!) and almost everybody else (time makes writing all names and links rather impossible, but hello!)

Froons...

Was it a poking fight? A ticking contest? One does not truely know, but lucifermourning ended up on her back, and is still talking to me, so all is well. I am glad yo are okay. The smiling is just a nervous reaction, honest. I just had to know how sensitive...

Playing *Snap!* with emotional masochism and other delightful girly things with wraithwitch. Mwah. Next time I will attempt to reveal the greater, deeper spiritual side of things when not under the watchful gaze of a double vodka and under the influence of those mesmerising Cloves. I'm glad you liked the badge ;)

Hareem. La! Delightful!

Becomming enrolled in Flirtathon 2004 by the insatiably gorgeous laumiere. One wonders what is to be the most fun - taking part, to win, or to lose...(Does everyone really think I flirt? I can't imagine what could ever give that impression!)

Getting home was less fun. The last train is not a Good Thing, especailly when it changes route and gets to London after the last tube, and one finds oneself in Clapham Junction, thinking "I know there is a bus...", finding yourself at the busstop at that desolate time between day buses and night buses, then there is a pitta bread and coke light (it's not diet now, ooer) and paying £9 for a cab.

I had six hours sleep, and have to be *Up For It* (it being Sticky, not Full Tilt! Mwah!) tonight. So long as It is being slinky and a bit away with the faries (ahem) all will be well. And I need to buy a sleeping bag...

Trauma!

I'm very glad I did first aid last week! And okay, maybe it was a tiny graze on my knuckle, but I still felt very professional in how I bathed and plastered it.

So many meetings! Eaaaghhhhh *dribble*
And I can't find some paperwork I need...
[update - 15:49 - of course, should I be less efficient at filing things is useful and safe and appropriate places, everything would be much easier to find... silly girl!)

And time, which was running round all nervously-excitable this morning, has suddenly decided to stop completely and try and make me nervous by its constant, unchanging gaze.

I'm reading The Handmaids Tale. Atwood is a goddess. However, I have consequentially developed a rather off-putting internal monolouge.

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Sudden change in mood...

That is all.

*ice water*

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A colleague came in and I jumped, closing my browser. She moked me, saying it was porn!
It wasn't.

Ten minutes previously it would have been different, but still...
I'm actually feeling productive.

Reproductive.