Zippidee Doo Dah!

Tra la la!

Okay, so the dance practice fizzled. We only had 6 people, two of whom had gimpy knees of toes or something. So three of the people played Medieval cards. The other three of us actually discussed ideas, thoughts, concerns and considerations for the next event. Crown Tourney May 12th.

Now, I’m not going to do a countdown at all. Strange thing is, I’m actually looking forward to it. I’ve somehow ended up all energized and ready to rock and roll. And I’m in the most flirtatious mood. Pity the only people benefiting by it are those who rp with me. At least so far. Okay, and those who were at the event on Saturday and found some time to stop and chat with me. They benefited by my flirtatious mood too. After all, just imagine all the fun you can have with pixie sticks. Even the blue ones.

Even the silly low pressure system headache I have today can’t touch my mood.

Wonder how that’s zipping through the link?

dumdumdedum dumdedumdumdumdumdum

So yes, I am bored at work again today. Which might have something to do with my mood. Or perhaps it is because of my mood that I’m bored? That’s more likely it, all things considered.

I’m typing this up in Word, rather than online, which means, just like yesterday’s mammoth post, I will end up with no concept of how long this is getting. Sorry in advance for anything outrageously long and convoluted. I do tend to do that.

As for me running into anything I couldn’t handle, well, I made it to the train station on time, didn’t even have to run to catch the train. Made it to work, with enough time to spare that I could get my coffee before the 8:30am meeting – which was cancelled on me. Sigh. So much for doing anything remotely useful today. I guess I should come up with procedures or a definition of the test environment or something, but it seems almost not really worth it. Besides, it’s boring, tedious and nowhere near as much fun as boring all of you.

Question of the day today: (Ick! Coffee grinds. Pthooey!) Do you know where your towel is?

And sure, bonus points for those who get the reference.

Ii'm Ba-ack!

Stream of Consciousness

The clouds cover the sky, dull grey and ominous. Soft water droplets hit the pavement with the force of cotton, each one driving a lance into my skull. Low pressure systems are currently the bane of my existence, and really if that’s the least of my worries, I don’t think I’ve much to complain about. Things could be worse. Though I am not happy about my watering eyes and too heavy head.

I’d say I’m in a grouchy mood, but I’m not really. Despite having the Darth Vader march stuck in my head still – sorry, you’ve not gotten rid of it yet. (Spin, damn you, spin!) I guess I’m temporarily grumpy, but that’s only cause I’m bored. There are so many things I’d like to be working on, but they all include being at home to do them.

Do you have to be conscious to have a stream of conscience?