12.01.06

I am B'Chee, Queen of Krampia.

Yay.

Spent all day munching on Midol, grimacing through the carols, and running to the bathroom. When the drugs ran out, it was poor woman's Midol (an ibuprofen and a cuppa Joe)(in my case a shot of espresso).

Felt remarkably ept* because I managed to switch over to a new phone call on my Bluetooth headset--without cutting off the call. (*ept; it's the opposite of inept, right?) (Kind of like gruntled. You hear about disgruntled employees. Doesn't it stand to reason that some of those employees are gruntled?)(Hmmm?)(Aren't I a smartybritches?)

Got home, called J ('cause we haven't hung out in forevuh) and went out for beers. He was all stories about his new lady. Ended up going over to the bar she works at and hanging out with her. She seems nice. I know J's track record though. Taking a sit back and see attitude. If he's still singing her praises in two months, then it's all good.

Then back home to listen to my neighbour tramp up and down in the stairs in his neutron star clogs. That poor boy makes more noise than a gang of clumsy tapdancers having a dance-off against a square bowling ball league.

Nanowrimo--didn't make it. This time. Still, it was a great experience. Learned a lot, even with the crap-ass writing that I did. And I've got bunches of words to play with, edit, and abuse. Yay!

Now, off to the Land of Nod.

Be fabulous.

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