Blech

I wish I had a sub-blog. Because that's where I would post this.

Once upon a time, there was a man upon whose shoulder I could rest my head and pour out the day's sorrows. But he turned out to be not so nice. So here I am.

Is there anything nastier than Lean Cuisine's mac & cheese? Plastic! My favorite!

My ears hurt. Am I getting a cold or an ear infection? Is it because the little doo hickey on my left ear bud fell out and I've been cramming the ear bud into my ear?

People from my contracting company don't return my calls. I know what that means.

I started writing a novel about American Civil War spies in Leamington Spa while at work today. It's probably the most productive I've been in two weeks. Apparently Leamington was the place to be in 1863. Southerners got to get away from the nasty old war. Yankees got to pal around with Confederates in attempts to wheedle information from them. Did you know some southerners went to Brazil after the war?

I also started writing a novel about a not-so-psychic psychic who - oh, well. That was the day before yesterday. Old news.

Oh? The system specs I should be writing? The Worried Man has canceled a bunch of meetings. At least so far as I know. And it could be the old paranoia but the admins are dismissive of me. I sent an email to my boss that I would probably miss half a day tomorrow and got no response. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. That's the sound of the clock on my contract running out.

There are a few bright points.

No, I don't expect to ever get a call back about the More Eviler Bank job.

But I have yet to manage to kill the plant I have at work.

I have asked a Hindu priest to get to work on my karma.

Tinkerbell is working at avoiding me. And I her. It's a good system.

My driver's side mirror is in. (Oops, it turns out the bank check misspelled the guy's name. I hope I don't have to go and get it recreated.)

Some Speechifier business later on this week with the Queen Bee wanting to talk to me about writing.

I'm reading The Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas and find it much better than It Happened One Autumn (I think). It's hard to think about how wildly these vary from truly old school Regencies. So I don't.

I'm making tiny incremental progress in the state of the house. The cats are very appreciative.

Maybe I'm getting sick. I really wish I could just make a bed on the couch and have a caring man fetch for me. I rarely get like this. But tonight, I am like this.

Did you know Emma Thompson married Willoughby from "Sense & Sensibility"? (!). And all this time, I thought she split from Mr. No Lips because of Hugh Grant! Well, dog my cats. I have to say, old Em took a step up in the looks department when she hooked up with Willoughby.

And what of Ken? A dalliance with Mrs. Tim Burton to-be and then...well, he did manage a spot in a Harry Potter movie but what else is going on with him? Answer comes there none.

Is it too early to go to bed? No. Never! But I am inclined to get into my jammies, put "Sense & Sensibility" into the DVD player for the nth time and see what develops.