She called this morning. I'd just overdosed on some brand new allergy meds because I didn't expect a call before, say, the next millenium. Or I was going to call that afternoon. But lo, she calleth, telling me where and when and what to bring, but she didn't tell me how not to panic. I think I have to have a state ID made. And dear God, do I need clothes.
I'm hired. *blank*
But this means? T-minus thirty-five days to those boots. Or sandals. Or well, something celebratory.
I'm not sure if I'm happy. I'm betting the shock's interfereing with normal brain function. *grins*
Yay me! Er, I think.
Ask me when I'm less drugged. And have eaten something.
Got CD from thete1. It's basically on repeat. Over and over and over. *blissful sigh* Pretty. The part that amuses me is that it STILL takes less time for someone with a fast download speed to send me music regular mail than for me to download it. No, really. Gah. *shakes fist at dial-up*
Found this rec on tstar78's LJ, for Drift by giyenah. I love when fic writers go low key and gentle in their killing of Riftish things and this is just lovely. Sweet and warm and there's pie. We're all good with pie.
fleurbleue is at the manipping again--I've missed a few, darn it. Beach!Clex. meret wants Clark/Lois. And is making manips for it!
Updated memories with more organization and fiction fragments and so on. The big thing that makes LJ inconvenient is diaryland I had an index for all my entries and LJ just doesn't have that. I could make one by hand, which is tempting, because it's tiring to just keep sorting backward by day. Hmm.
Okay, two outfits chosen for next week. Dear God, do I need to go shopping. Thirty-five days. Shall invest in clothes that require no ironing and go with any kind of shoes. And maybe, just maybe, something in a color found in the average spectrum. Maybe. If I'm feeling adventurous. Girl cannot surivive on earthtones alone. Or so people keep telling me.
Eck. More later. I have to go buy egrerious amounts of hose and possibly something in the skirt family.
I hold a regular, normal, person-type job. With benefits. This means that as of Tuesday, I can go right outside and play in the street and if a car hits me? I'm COVERED! They have to fix me! Yay!
No, I'm NOT testing it, but you know, comforting to know.
Breathe breathe breathe.