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I'm Back, and I Have All The Internets!
Sep. 16th, 2012 04:27 pmWell, the Verizon guy was here at 8 am SHARP! (Good thing I set my alarm). He worked for almost seven hours installing everything, and I have to say that I am totally pleased.
Didn't think I would be - I've been with that OTHER company for more years than I want to count.
Anyway, I digress.
New house is still wonderful and lovely and I've got my office computer set up almost the way I like it (I've got about a third less desk because the return wouldn't fit into the room - oh, well. Now it's going to be a matter of finding the important stuff that got packed, despite the explicit instructions, the stuff that ended up in the basement, the stuff that was put into the wrong room and now behind very heavy boxes.
But all in all, I am so damn happy I keep pinching myself.
And I know I've settled in because I had really good dreams last night. Tim DeKay dreams.
Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, ladies. It wasn't THAT type of good dream.
For some reason, I'm with a whole bunch of strangers (but Dream-Me seem to know them) AND Tim. And we're watching this imaginary episode where Neal is agonizing over his breakup with Peter, and he's ruminating about how beautiful Peter is, and how he looks so beautiful in blue. Matt's emoting like there's a Daytime Emmy at stake (there were tears and sobs and much tearing of the precious hair) and I'm enthralled.
I sort up spontaneously utter how Eastin's really playing up the slash, and Tim overhears me and says, "Yeah, you might see it that way." Of course, Dream-Me is highly embarrassed. But then Tim says, "And I do, too. See it that way."
Then I woke up.
Also have done a little writing - some domestic schmoop. Maybe I'll finish it tonight, but it won't be posted until after my Big Bang goes up, since it's a timestamp for that story.
I want to thank everyone again for all of your good wishes and kind thoughts. I will try to reply to your comments this week. I don't head back to work until Wednesday.
Love ya!
Didn't think I would be - I've been with that OTHER company for more years than I want to count.
Anyway, I digress.
New house is still wonderful and lovely and I've got my office computer set up almost the way I like it (I've got about a third less desk because the return wouldn't fit into the room - oh, well. Now it's going to be a matter of finding the important stuff that got packed, despite the explicit instructions, the stuff that ended up in the basement, the stuff that was put into the wrong room and now behind very heavy boxes.
But all in all, I am so damn happy I keep pinching myself.
And I know I've settled in because I had really good dreams last night. Tim DeKay dreams.
Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, ladies. It wasn't THAT type of good dream.
For some reason, I'm with a whole bunch of strangers (but Dream-Me seem to know them) AND Tim. And we're watching this imaginary episode where Neal is agonizing over his breakup with Peter, and he's ruminating about how beautiful Peter is, and how he looks so beautiful in blue. Matt's emoting like there's a Daytime Emmy at stake (there were tears and sobs and much tearing of the precious hair) and I'm enthralled.
I sort up spontaneously utter how Eastin's really playing up the slash, and Tim overhears me and says, "Yeah, you might see it that way." Of course, Dream-Me is highly embarrassed. But then Tim says, "And I do, too. See it that way."
Then I woke up.
Also have done a little writing - some domestic schmoop. Maybe I'll finish it tonight, but it won't be posted until after my Big Bang goes up, since it's a timestamp for that story.
I want to thank everyone again for all of your good wishes and kind thoughts. I will try to reply to your comments this week. I don't head back to work until Wednesday.
Love ya!
