(First, much lurve & squee to all my awesome friends who left comments on the previous freak-out post. Thank you all for caring about me and my defective ovaries. Pair of bitches, them.)
I don't really have much to say today, but the tone of this page was entirely too serious. And if there's one thing I hate, it's tonal seriousness. Among many, many other things.
So here's just a bunch of random crap. Yay, random crap!
Noted. So here's Part 12: Oh Yeah, Those Guys
Second, I'm going to JournalCon! Aren't you? Of course you are. It's in Washington, DC, August 20-22. Wooo, it's right by my house! But I'm still doing the hotel thing, rooming with someone who's bound to be a bad influence. So. Freaking. Awesome.
Lastly, another IM with Sprocketeer, right after we returned from a delicious and nutritious lunch out:
Sprocketeer: oh - (so-and-so) came in to my office when i got back and was like "where have you been, you disappeared for hours"
Me: tell her you were off blowing her boyfriend