Der was an owly thing outside most of last night which was kinda neaters in a "ACK! Please please... just let me sleep" kinda way.
But it does mean that 1 owl likes the tree outside our house over any other tree in the area.
Um and that was last night, where WFRP (i was pretending to be a Halfling) was fun and um yes.
Scruff (the plush kitty) is sitting on my monitor, it's been a few (um weeks??) since I had a plushie sitting on my monitor, it really does have a strangely soothing effect.
I'm in a very *huggle* mood just now, which is odd beacuse normally I don't like huggle and prefer *snuggle* or just *hugs*
Hmmmm, let's see if atriculating what i'm thinking works any better.
Wow it did.
Hmmm might have to try that more often in the future.
The new computers we have don't work with the old software.
This old software is vital for many users to be able to check phone numbers with.
It's also just two days until the accounting run which without fail fills me with an unholy sense of dread.
This month is no exception.
The greatest lesson you can ever learn...
Shut yer trap when everyone is disagreeing with you and just accept whatever they are saying.
No matter how well I tried to think out the arguement, no matter how well I typed out exactly what I wanted to say and try and get people to understand nobody, not a single person got it.
Nobody even listened to what I was saying and despite the fact it was 12 to 1 against still continued to argue apparently in fear that somehow the 1 little voice had managed to accumulate 12 votes from somewhere.
I hadn't, all I was trying to do was explain why I said the things I had.
It wasn't even anything big or major, it wasn't even a character defining event.
All I said was some stuff about jam.
Nothing that mattered, nothing important.
Yet still they had to make sure I backed down and didn't question what was going on.
Or prehaps I'm just paranoid.
Which makes me smile, because I know it's probably true.
Let me tell you about a friend of mine (to totally change the course of everything fnar) his name is Matthew King (and he's possibly reading this, Hi Mattman!) he is a living experiment in Sleep Deprevation, I know because I used to crash at his flat in town sometimes and the man never sleeps (ever! REALLY!!) as a result the poor guy looks like a zombie (sorry Matt, it's true sometimes I have to do a double take to make sure your eyeball hasn't fall out or anything...) and um that's my friend Mattman who is completely underappreciated as a mafia henchman and visual basic ubergeek.
My thoughts are with Thalyi who I kinda know and think is incredible neat and nice so um I hope thinks work out for him.