Friday – 22 June 2007

Last night, I headed to the Garden of Sweden. *genuflect* The plan:

  • Go
  • Pick up ONE item (in four parts)
  • Take it home.
  • Assemble.
  • Dance!

Okay… maybe not the “Dance!” part, but the rest was on the list. Items 1 through 4 seemed simple enough. 1 and 2 were. Step 3 is where the problems ensued. The boxes, despite careful calculations on my part, refused to fit in the car. *braincramp* Damnable Physics and its stupid “Two objects may not occupy the same space at the same time” rule! *shakes fist* A few hasty – and mildly frantic – phone calls later, I reached my new favorite choice to play Batgirl (or possibly Carrie Kelly) in a future Bat-flick: . She saved me from impending doom and disaster. With panache and style.

Home. Disassemblage. Assemblage. It would have been a little easier with my drill, but it wasn’t available. So…. elbow grease! When I was done, I was tired. Very tired. And it was after 3:00 AM. Which made it a perfect time to pass out. Which I did.

This morning, the alarm was summarily turned off and ignored. As was Nomad. And an early morning phone call. The second call, however, I did answer. A bit gruffly. (Sorry.) And then I got about starting the day. Of course, it didn’t really start until I thinned the blood in my caffeinestream. So the first few minutes in the office were… sluggish. I spent most of the day in the server room and putting out some small fires. I was kept pretty busy, which is never a bad thing. But, I can’t say that I wasn’t glad to see 5:00 roll around, either.

Tonight: Clitorati.
Tomorrow: Derby! And, maybe a chance to see some of the Utah Arts Festival. (We shall see…)

Stray Toasters
I’ll either post them later tonight or tomorrow. Or Sunday.

Although, I will note that I apparently missed an “anniversary.” It seems as though my journal had its sixth birthday back on Thursday, 14 June 2007. Huh.

And with that… I’m ghost.

Namaste.