I'm having to create this entry manually, as my shiny new macbook, my birthday present-- it came to me on my birthday, my preciousssssss (refurbished, bottom of the line but I like it-- Thanks, President Bush) still isn't completely configured the way I want. I'll have to re-download xjournal and get my account information set up correctly in it-- it's crashing everytime I try to log in.
But just a quick note that ILP-07 is posted for anyone following it-- here's the link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4035989/7/
And the good news of the week is, I didn't get laid off. The bad news is-- the same thing. I didn't get laid off. No, I get to wait and watch the implosion from my ringside seat. I'll have to expound on the situation more when I'm not recovering from the late night consoling some of my fellows who did get laid off, a gathering at which I have dim memories of singing Michelle Branch's "Goodbye to You" and not so dim memories afterward of being sicker than I have been in my entire life. I am getting too old for this stuff. But somebody kept refilling my beer glass from the pitcher, and then there was the raspberry margarita the bar gave me for my birthday. Um, yeah. Least I had a designated driver. And I did not yak in their car.
But I have a macbook, it has my writing software and iTunes library on it and will get the rest of my files migrated over tonight. So I won't lose anything when they want my macbook pro back when they cut us loose.
Thanks for all the Mother's Day and Birthday wishes on the f-list. I'm really touched, you guys. I'l catch up more later-- I'm off now to pick up Wee Hob and see what he bought me with the $20 I lent him for the purpose.
And Happy Mother's Day to all the moms on my f-list!
But just a quick note that ILP-07 is posted for anyone following it-- here's the link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4035989/7/
And the good news of the week is, I didn't get laid off. The bad news is-- the same thing. I didn't get laid off. No, I get to wait and watch the implosion from my ringside seat. I'll have to expound on the situation more when I'm not recovering from the late night consoling some of my fellows who did get laid off, a gathering at which I have dim memories of singing Michelle Branch's "Goodbye to You" and not so dim memories afterward of being sicker than I have been in my entire life. I am getting too old for this stuff. But somebody kept refilling my beer glass from the pitcher, and then there was the raspberry margarita the bar gave me for my birthday. Um, yeah. Least I had a designated driver. And I did not yak in their car.
But I have a macbook, it has my writing software and iTunes library on it and will get the rest of my files migrated over tonight. So I won't lose anything when they want my macbook pro back when they cut us loose.
Thanks for all the Mother's Day and Birthday wishes on the f-list. I'm really touched, you guys. I'l catch up more later-- I'm off now to pick up Wee Hob and see what he bought me with the $20 I lent him for the purpose.
And Happy Mother's Day to all the moms on my f-list!