Some days all I do is wait
Aug. 7th, 2007 05:50 pm* Work is crazed, and not helped by the fact that I'll be gone Thursday and Friday to the frozen (or in this case, not so frozen) tundra. It's also not helped by the fact that my EIC neglected to leave us any info on his stories before he went on vacation. He's so getting the cattle prod when he gets back.
* Dr's appointment this afternoon. Have I mentioned my intense fear and loathing of the doctor's? Sure I must have. (In retrospect, I met with a very nice, very helpful NP and she claims that my dire predictions are unlikely and things are just NOT THAT BAD. She also suggested -kindly, rationally - that I not use WebMD as my primary reference point for symptoms. But what is the internet for if not for HUMONGUOUSLY overreacting to incomplete information?)
* I'm waiting for layouts. Waiting waiting waiting. Doot do do.
* While I wait, YahooNews! tells me that, in a moment of life imitating The Simpsons, a German woman is having a pencil removed from her brain 55 years after it's insertion. I wonder if she, too, will become a genius and wreak havoc on her family.
* Some freelance work that I was hoping for is going to come to fruition, making the internets profitable for me, as well as fun.
* Today, my father turns 59, and while I am frequently angry at/frustrated with/confused by/irrationally annoyed by him, he could very easily not be here right now. And so I'm grateful that he is (while still being kind of devastated on his behalf for the way that he's living, but at least it's living).
* Y'all, go watch Burn Notice for me so you can write fun and adventurous ex-spy with wacky hijinks fic for me and ease of the dull edge of too much work. Or, at least go watch it so I have someone to squee with.
* Still waiting.
* Dr's appointment this afternoon. Have I mentioned my intense fear and loathing of the doctor's? Sure I must have. (In retrospect, I met with a very nice, very helpful NP and she claims that my dire predictions are unlikely and things are just NOT THAT BAD. She also suggested -kindly, rationally - that I not use WebMD as my primary reference point for symptoms. But what is the internet for if not for HUMONGUOUSLY overreacting to incomplete information?)
* I'm waiting for layouts. Waiting waiting waiting. Doot do do.
* While I wait, YahooNews! tells me that, in a moment of life imitating The Simpsons, a German woman is having a pencil removed from her brain 55 years after it's insertion. I wonder if she, too, will become a genius and wreak havoc on her family.
* Some freelance work that I was hoping for is going to come to fruition, making the internets profitable for me, as well as fun.
* Today, my father turns 59, and while I am frequently angry at/frustrated with/confused by/irrationally annoyed by him, he could very easily not be here right now. And so I'm grateful that he is (while still being kind of devastated on his behalf for the way that he's living, but at least it's living).
* Y'all, go watch Burn Notice for me so you can write fun and adventurous ex-spy with wacky hijinks fic for me and ease of the dull edge of too much work. Or, at least go watch it so I have someone to squee with.
* Still waiting.
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Date: 2007-08-08 01:03 am (UTC)You have not, however, provided me with plot bunnies for said show, so I suspect you'll have to wait a bit before I provide you with fic. (You have read the Sheppard/Westen, right?)
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Date: 2007-08-08 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-08 01:08 am (UTC)Sending you good thoughts about your father.
Ps. Saw the story about the lady with the pencil and boggled.
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Date: 2007-08-08 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-08 01:40 am (UTC)*snickersnort*
Hopefully your appointment this afternoon went well. I worked right through a dentist appt. yesterday and can't say I wept any tears when I realized it.
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Date: 2007-08-08 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 01:41 am (UTC)*g* I used to use WebMD all the time. After my third visit to the doctor in which I was convinced I had lymphoma only to be told, "no, you're fine", I finally swore it off. It's just not worth the stress. Besides, I get enough, "if you have [insert symptoms that i sorta kinda might have] you could have [insert horrible disease]" from the 6 o'clock news.
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Date: 2007-08-08 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 04:21 am (UTC)Can I just skip to the squee?
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