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innerslytherinMan, I am so tired this morning. I went to bed early, though I did read in bed for a while. But I'm not sure I slept well. I'm utterly exhausted today, and the weather made it dreadfully hard to get out of bed. It's cool, blustery, and rainy, and now it's dark when I'm leaving for work, which makes it even less appealing to get up.
I just reread Pocketwitch's Snupin fics. I really love those fics. One of them is the sort that makes me smile with giddy glee at the end. Aren't those the best sort?
My Pervy Werewolf fic has a problem. It's not very pervy. >.> I'm not sure yet what to do about this.
A--- stopped by yesterday and told me she's coming back to work on 5 November. The interesting part is that no one here has told me that, or said anything else about it. Are they just going to come to my cube on the 2nd and say, "Oh, by the way, we're done with you"? *snort* No word yet on the position here I applied for, or the outside job. Though since the outside job is with federal government, there's no telling how long that will take.
Stupid heart is pounding again today. I overheard one of our HR people talking about how someone on the production floor was going to have to wear a heart monitor, so I showed them mine so they'd have an idea what it was like. Every time I call the place to transmit recordings, they remind me what day I take this off. I'm like, dude, I've got over three weeks left. You don't have to tell me yet.
I haven't got anything too interesting to say. I've been feeling sort of blah all week. As much as I love autumn, and enjoy NaNoWriMo, I always end up getting depressed at right about this point in the year. And this year it's worse. *sigh*
I just reread Pocketwitch's Snupin fics. I really love those fics. One of them is the sort that makes me smile with giddy glee at the end. Aren't those the best sort?
My Pervy Werewolf fic has a problem. It's not very pervy. >.> I'm not sure yet what to do about this.
A--- stopped by yesterday and told me she's coming back to work on 5 November. The interesting part is that no one here has told me that, or said anything else about it. Are they just going to come to my cube on the 2nd and say, "Oh, by the way, we're done with you"? *snort* No word yet on the position here I applied for, or the outside job. Though since the outside job is with federal government, there's no telling how long that will take.
Stupid heart is pounding again today. I overheard one of our HR people talking about how someone on the production floor was going to have to wear a heart monitor, so I showed them mine so they'd have an idea what it was like. Every time I call the place to transmit recordings, they remind me what day I take this off. I'm like, dude, I've got over three weeks left. You don't have to tell me yet.
I haven't got anything too interesting to say. I've been feeling sort of blah all week. As much as I love autumn, and enjoy NaNoWriMo, I always end up getting depressed at right about this point in the year. And this year it's worse. *sigh*
