I'm coming back - slowly but surely

Oh my god, she lives. My writing muse has been in a box for several weeks. I've just been getting my ass kicked at work and have wanted to spend any extra time I had sleeping instead of writing. But I'm coming out of the fog, really I am. Spent this past weekend chez at her and Pam's birthday bash. There were a ton of fabulous folks there. I had a blast. Unfortunately the previous nights lack of sleep (had about 3 hours all told) took its toll on me. But I'm hoping to make a habit of co-chilling with the gang up there.

Spent all of yesterday in bed. It was divine. I felt like death warmed over that morning and decided that the world would have to survive a day without me. All in all, the world and I are better off for my staying in bed all day.

The office move is making great progress. We should be moving into the new space in about a week and a half. In the meantime, I'm living in the conference room. It's sorta like working out of a very large closet in that all the furniture from around the office is stuffed in here. But it's a closet that's all mine and that's pretty keen.

DLand - Steel on Flesh

Jay the Piercer: “Hey, how can I help you?”Me: “Yeah, I think I want to ... well, I know I want a new ear piercing. I want to pierce this thing.” (pointing to that little thing at the front of my ear) Jay: “Ah, your targus?” Me: “My what?” Jay: “Your targus.” Me: “Yeah, that thing.” We chatted and made small talk. I told him about work. It only took a few seconds. Jay: “Ok, take a deep breath and hold it. It will all be over by the time I count to three.” Me: “Um, ok.” About 5 seconds or so of slight discomfort mixed with glee pass. After he's done twisting my ear all to hell, he blurts out “123!”. Uh huh. You so funny. But I was very brave. It didn't hurt at all and it's healing nicely. I'm building a relationship with him and we might work up to more exciting piercings one day. But for now, I'm pleased with the glint of steel on flesh around my face.

DLand - Lame Entry - Nothing to See Here

Man, my shoulder hurts. Leave it to me to hurt myself at an event where I ostensibly had absolutely nothing to do. I suppose it could be worse. At least it was a fighting event. I could have hurt myself at some Unevent.I don't think I dislocated my shoulder. I just think that my right arm just tried desperate to secede from the Union of Genie with only the point of my shoulder to keep it in place. That will learn me for getting a little overzealous in taking down Gina's pavilions. But hey, they're in one piece and have not footprints on them and hopefully are dry now. I really do love the rain. I was perfectly content to tromp around in the outdoor shower that befell Richmond Saturday afternoon. It was kind of pleasant. Makes me realize how little rain we've had lately and how much I have missed it. There was more crawling around in the attic today. Ooo Eee Eee. The only flaw in this plan was that it was approximately the same temperature as the sun up in our office's attic and I was wearing jeans. Made me wish I had some tear-away pants like those Vegas dancers have so I could cool off. This is a lame entry, but I'm rusty after my writing hiatus. I'll get back in the swing (Ooo Eee Eee) of things soon. Everyone has an off day, now and then.