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Life is progressing slowly but surely here.  We're 90% unpacked, and last weekend we finally started cooking in the kitchen, which, as BF said makes it feel more like home.  We've even had time to be social, which reduced the stress that was building up due to two crazy perfectionists moving in together.

So, this morning, when I was on the train to work, I realized that I drove my car to the train station.  This might not seem like an impressive thought, except that I drove to the train station on Tuesday, and it was now Wednesday morning, and I had not seen my car.  When I got off the train late on Tuesday after going in early, I was so tired that I just walked home as I normally do and totally forgot about the car.

Not to mention that parking without a night permit earns you a $100 ticket.

I need a vacation, I think.  Fortunately, I called the police station after I got to work and confirmed that they had not towed me, so when I get off the train today I will not have to take a cab to the tow yard to collect my car before heading to the wake for my boss' mother.  Seriously, things can stop being stressful around here any time now...

So, just when life was swimming along swimmingly, the suck appeared.  In the form of a cancelled wedding and a cancer scare.  Because, as you may have guessed, when life sends the suck my way, it does not screw around.

Fortunately, these are isolated incidents within my circle, so that they are not both happening to the same person or to me.  Still, both have shaken me, and so I am not a happy camper.  I feel awful for the people I know so well who are going through such world-shaking things, and I am scared and worried for the outcomes.

Some sunshine-y thoughts, please?

Bosslady, who just came back from a week-long vacation with her family, just found out her stepdaughter is positive for H1N1 (Swine Flu).  Welcome to a week of paranoia and fear until she finds out if she's sick. Also, she won't be able to come to work for the rest of the week, and we'll have to get the cleaning service to disinfect the entire office.

I've been ducking going to a meeting about planning a bigger meeting for 2 days, because I didn't feel prepared and I have a ton of other things to do.  They finally caught me on the phone today, and asked me to start all my research over again.  There are more hotel visits in my future, I have the nasty suspicion.

Then, bosslady has been wacky.  Which is par for the course, especially after she's been out for a few days, but...Seriously, she's wacky even above her normal level of wackiness.  And bossman is taking advantage of any excuse he can find to duck the office, so all of his bills are piling up.  Not to mention the research project he had me do, then waited 2 days to tell me his project was cancelled and I could stop researching now.

And, seriously, lets not even talk about umbrellas.

I'm going to stop and take some deep breaths right now.  Otherwise, I'll just upset myself.

So, went out with the non-fam on Saturday.  I drank rather a lot of beer, which I tend not to do because it makes my tummy unhappy the next day.  Somehow, I got the idea in my drunk-ass head that eating a ton of junk food would make the tummy feel better, so I also ate things like half a bag of snack mix, 2 cinnamon buns, a donut, etc.

Needless to say, the tummy was not happy on Sunday.  And, just when I was starting to feel better Sunday evening, I went and scarfed down 4 pieces of veggie pizza for dinner, alond with a huge plate of salad and some Ben&Jerry's Cherry Garcia yogurt for dessert. 

Suffice it to say, there is no way I should have just eaten the 2 sandwiches, large salad, and 3 diet cokes I just inhaled.  Especially not on top of the half bagel and two granola bars with coffee that I had for breakfast.  Must. Stop. Eating...

Bored, bored, bored...Boredboredboredbored.

*whines pitifully*

Also, the bosslady left early Mon w/ sickness, was out Tuesday, left early today.  Bossman left early Tuesday to head for Europe, out the rest of the week traveling to other offices.  Which means I am a target for more possible illness, and at the mercy of the rest of the company in trying to pick up some of the slack.

Also, there may be no Spuffy fic in the entire universe I have not already read.  Blah.  And my own is giving me a headache.

In a final bit of whining, today is one of those days when I hate being female.  Because, obviously the universe hates me.

Yes, it's that time of year again. Time for me to post random strange videos from this year's Eurovision European Pop Song contest.


This year's first horrible drek example comes to us from France.



Enjoy!  If you dare.

For some reason that I could never, EVAR, hope to explain to anyone who doesn't know me; I spent about 6 hours today reading crack!meta for a series of books I am not even a little bit interested in reading.  No, seriously.  And, it was funny, but even I know that isn't a good excuse.

Spent time Friday night with a couple of girls I went to high school with (they were two years ahead of me), the middle-school friend of one of them, who I first met when I was about 16, and the wife of one of my guy friends from high school.  I was...Well, weird is one word.  

It was 'pizza and a movie girls night', so I dutifully brought with me two romantic comedies I thought might fit the theme.  I brought 'Music & Lyrics' and 'Waitress'.  I hearted Music & Lyrics (I wrote about it previously on LJ, but I can't find the entry to link it here); and I've never seen 'Waitress', but...Well, it's Nathan Fillion (MAL!) and Keri Russell (who I hearted with little purple polka-dot hearts in all my collegiate squee-ness when she was on Felicity) so where is the bad, right? 

Wanna know what movie we ended up watching?  'The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants'.  No, seriously.  I agreed to the movie half-heartedly, because everyone else seemed so gosh-darn excited about it; and really, who has a movie night to really seriously watch the movie, anyway.  Right?  I mean, the muskateers and I, when we watch a movie someone ends up pissed half the time that they missed half the movie due to conversations and commentary.  These women?  Sat quietly through the whole movie, with only the occasional commentary on things like 'oh, I wish I had her body'.  There was a brief conversation about Bradley Whitford (!!!!), between me and one of them, but it was quickly silenced.

This morning I sat and flipped through my yearly Halloween catalog of everything I would buy to decorate for my dream Halloween party if I had the A) Money (which I kind of do at the moment, if I wanted to set myself back a few months in the saving-to-move process); B) Party Space; and C) Enough people in the same area to make it a really awesome time.  My mother semi flipped out through the entire thing, as though I was planning to plonk $1,000 of film-quality gore in her living room and make her deal with it.  Then I went through the sale brochures in the newspaper for some reason (I must have PMS; I hardly ever read newspapers because the smell of the ink makes me nauseous, and as I am on shopping-restriction at the moment there was no reason to be looking for stuff at lower prices).  I found what I thought was a really awesome gift for a friend of mine, and wonder-mom totally shot me down, because (I'm not kidding) "Where would I store it when I wasn't using it?"  Umm, hi, since when is your name XX?  Srsly??

So, it's been a weird few days, that have mostly just made me really, really grateful that I have RL and LJ friends who understand my POV on the world and love me anyway.  **hugs**