calmer today.
i’d be a little better if i hadn’t left the lease information for my current abode on my desk at said abode. yes, that’s right. the one in flipping leander; a thirty minute drive from my office in the best of traffic. of course, i left the house in a pre-coffeenated state so i suppose i can forgive myself. i’ll go get it at lunch & drop it off with the nice lease agent.
pray (or face mecca or do an interpretative dance) for me peoples. i need this new lease to go through without a hitch. i can’t afford hitches, right now.

Weekend Update
I wound up not going dancing for a variety of reasons. I may go on Wednesday night though. Its free. Fweeee! Free is one of my favorite flavors. If I can talk someone into buying me tons (or tonnes, if I wanted to be effeminately British) of drinks then I am def going.

work bitch
Why in the friggedy-fuck is my system randomly registering & unregistering from the SIP server? Damn thee LCS!!!

SYSTEM: Tra-la, you can place SIP calls now.
ME: Cool, I can start this test then. *beings to setup dialing instructions. again*
SYSTEM: Juuuuuuuuuuust kidding! *unregisters*
ME: (#&&*$@+/^#*^)^&%$#_&!!!!

If it was happening with any regularlity, I would be happier. As is, I must needs wait for the server admin to get in to complete this task. *grumble* I hate waiting.

ahh, me. well–back to the grind.

***EDIT

So, I chatted with server-admin boy who said, “Urgh? Hmm…Rawr.”

Its his professionalism that I admire.

I don’t know about you guys but, I’ve had something of a crap week. I’ve made some decisions that are painful, are world-rattling. At least, my world. I’ve had drama and breast-beating and tears and relieved laughter, only to start sobbing again.
Do you get what I’m saying?

I hurt.

Down past the shiny exterior that smiles and says that everything is ok is an open wound. To be sure, its a wound that has been opened to let out toxic crap and as such will eventually heal over. I suspect there will always be scarring there, though.

I have made the unilateral decision to not dwell on it this weekend. There is not much I can do. What’s done is done and will be well, and all will be well and all manner of things will be well.

So tonight? Tonight I am going out to Elysium to dance. I will allow the sorrow and the hurt and the anguished questioning and the past drip off my body, my arms, my legs and into the ground. Where it belongs. You are most welcome to come out with me.

Either way, I’m going.

** PANIC **