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Yep, I’m doing it. It’s a fad. Apparently.

This journal is going predominantly “Friends Only.” I’ll still leave some posts public, but for the most part, not.

So, you feeling friendly?

So, I’m trying to shake my caffeine addiction since I’m not real keen on being addicted to anything. Plus, I’m missing out on the fun when I slam mugs of coffee and I don’t get a zing. Yesterday was unpleasant. I started feeling groggy late in the morning, and the headache kicked in a little after lunch. I tipped over early last night, feeling pretty crappy. Don’t like losing an evening like that as I didn’t get any writing done. But, I am now feeling refreshed and awake. Although I still have a niggling caffeine headache. I suspect the big “caffeine now!” will start kicking in again in a couple hours, as that’s when I usually go for the java.

Wonder how long caffeine withdrawal symptoms last for. Sigh.

But still, this is better than when I quit smoking (I was fourteen and I still remember how wretched that was). Way better. Not exactly something I’d recommend for laughs and giggles, though.

And there’s something that’s really congesting the traffic for my morning commute. Usually, I can make it into the office in twenty-five minutes or less, but these last few days, the travel time’s just about doubled. And it’s both in-town and on 400. Humph.

Waking up earlier and/or staying later blows goat chunks.

On an up note, I heard from Planet Relish. I’m still in the running for the Fiction Editor position. It’s between me and another person. The publisher is having an “edit off” to see which of us will be the better fit. Slush reading, copyediting, and rejection letter writing (oh my)! Again, my geekness shines through. I think it’s going to be big fun.

I just heard from one of the team members at work. The current task I’ve been blinking at–perplexed and frustrated–is being tabled! Woohoo!

I’ve been wrestling with this particular task for a while, trying to wrap my mind around it. The logic and the coding weren’t hard, but I had to integrate a new software application that I’m still learning how to navigate around, and it had me quite flummoxed. Not a user-friendly piece of software at all. Blick.

But the project powers-that-be have “re-prioritized” and are dropping what I was working to a lower priority, and pulling me off of it to work on something else.

I’m so relieved.

This is incredibly geeky, but to celebrate this turnabout, while I wait to get the lowdown on my new assignment, I’m going to write a handy little subroutine I’ve been pondering. Just a little tool to make my work a trifle bit easier.

Damn, that’s geeky, ain’t it?

Last night Matthew and I watched K-Pax and The Mummy Returns. Actually, I only watched half of The Mummy Returns. Absence of caffeine took its toll and I started turning into a pumpkin a little after the Egyptian bikini cat fight scene. Z’okay. We saw it in the theater, so no big.

But we hadn’t seen K-Pax before. It was decent. I like it when Hollywood doesn’t make the mental health profession come off as a bunch of sadistic petty tyrants. I still think One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest is unsurpassed on the whole movie-in-a-mental-institution front (this despite the sadistic petty tyrant issue), but K-Pax wasn’t bad. They did take the easy way out with the ending, which, of course, I knew they would. But it was still enjoyable. And I really like Kevin Spacey.

I completed the re-write I was working on and sent it out into the wilds. Bon voyage little story!

And me and a couple other Buffy fans in my DC2K writer’s group managed to convince a non-Buffy viewer to start watching it. *Cackle* Another addict in the fold.

Now, back to work on the Halloween story. Ack. It’s like pulling fangs. Big, pointy, deep-rooted fangs. Damn.

Last night, I wrote up a storm. After a diet cola and two cups of coffee. And this after having one and a half cups of coffee at work. I think I should seriously consider pulling back on the caffeine. Urg.

Anyway, am re-working yet another story from a couple years ago. It’s a good story, but my execution at that time wasn’t up to my ambition. Rather pleased with it now. I’ve culled 500 words (all of them bad) and smoothed out the prose. I’d actually be working on it now, but I’ve got this fuzzy beast curled up on my lap. I write on a laptop, but our cable modem ISP connection is to our desktop PC, so I’d have to relocate both of us, probably waking him up, to get to my laptop. Hobkin’s got his front paws over his nose, and he’s in a perfect “O”. The cuteness is overwhelming. I hate moving him, so instead, I’m updating LJ. Heh.

I’m seriously thinking about pulling everything I wrote from a couple years ago from marketing and looking them over with my new “re-write” mania. But then, I’d also feel like I’m moving backwards in not creating new stuff. Ach. I’ll continue to play it by ear.

Stolen from cleanlikegod. It’s about shoes!

1. What size shoe do you wear?

Sevenish? Depends on the shoe, of course.

2. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Depends on which member of our household you ask.

Me: “Not nearly enough.”
Matthew: “Zillions. Way too many! They’re everywhere, Eugie! How can you possibly need more shoes?”
Hobkin: “roink” *swipes shoe*

3. What type of shoe do you prefer (boots, sneakers, pumps, etc.)?

Sexy ones with high heels. Boots are great, ankle boots or calf-lengh, or thigh-hi. Stiletto heels, clunky heels, or platform heels. But pumps are good too. Shiny black ones.

But no leather. I don’t buy or wear leather. Sigh. I see so many wonderful shoes in shop windows but when I go in to try them on, most of them are leather. Probably just as well . . .

4. Describe your favorite pair of shoes. Why are they your favorite?

Lovely matte black ankle boots with a three-inch heel. They go with so many things, and they’re surprisingly comfortable. I can run around at convention for nearly a whole day without my feet beginning to complain. And I can put them on after being tightly laced in a corset ’cause they zip up rather than lace!

5. What’s the most you’ve spent on one pair of shoes?

Urg. I think $150 on a pair of Italian sandals. They’re these strappy black things with a clunky heel. I love them.

Some of y’all reading this know what I’m talking about, and the ones that don’t, well, I don’t really think a lot of gawpers is appropriate, so I’m not going into specifics or posting a link.

Anyway, I’m debating someone online. And I keep meaning to just drop the thread since it has devolved into the other person gnashing their teeth at me.

But I don’t, because she keeps coming back with some silly accusation about me.

The thing is, I just don’t believe in turning the other cheek. I don’t believe in roundhouse kicking someone in the face either. Well, usually. But I do believe in trussing up someone who slaps me, and then explaining to them that slapping isn’t nice, and then Clockwork Oranging them until they can’t slap people anymore.

Or, oops, maybe I just like trussing people up. Mmmm. Shiny rope.

Um, anyway, so I feel bad that I’m mucking up someone else’s online arena with the silliness, but at the same time, it’s just not in me to back down.

I think I’ve got a few strands of fiery red hair hidden underneath all the black.

Sigh.