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Well, work was so boring I thought I was going to fall asleep on the keyboard, and probably short it out via drooling.  It probably would have been easier if I'd a) not been doing the most monotonous stuff in the world, b) had more than 5.5 hours of sleep last night, and/or c) actually eaten something during the day.  Though I suppose I did have a muffin.  Still.  Not enough.  I stayed up way way late talking to one of the guys here, and then didn't get up on time not because i wasn't awake, but because my roommate wasn't and she had to be at work before me.  So I kept yelling at her, for very tired mostly asleep definitions of yelling, and finally she got up and showered.  I still ended up late, though just barely, and didn't have time to find leftovers to pack for lunch.  And the boy didn't work today, so full price tea.  It was Tiger Hill Nilgiri, which just works so beautifully with milk and sugar. 

Talked to office boy a little.  He's...not nicer, exactly, but less abrasive when I'm not there when the other boys are.  He is nice, I mean, just not always in a polite manner.  I was complaining about not having been able to pack leftovers for lunch today, and he asked what the leftovers were.  "Well, he said it was lasagna," I said, and OB said, "He?  Oh, did you have a date last night?"  "No," I replied.  "I have a cook."  It's a lovely thing to be able to say.  :)  I'm going to be so spoiled by the time I move out. 

So, all that slushing last night, and I come home and check my mail and there's new stuff!  That's why I don't do it!  If I leave it alone I figure it will go away on its own. It's like an evil boomerang.  Or possibly an evil Jer. 

Oh, and a new boy to join my list of cute boys.  He's the...friend of a former houser and a new houser, I think, though I missed the exact details, and a computer geek boy, and for the record, I think I fell in love with him when he bounced about the idea of computers that project directly onto the retina.  Oh yeah, baby.  I'm all about the toys.  He reminds me of Mal and Kirsten's Dave most off, with bits of pretty much all the geeks I know in there as well.  I hope he stops by in the future, and not just because he's on my list of cute boys, but rather because it's been ages since I had a good geeky conversation with anyone.  Jer, he suggests a wall projector for your RSS feed. :) I was helping one of the new girls get her computer sorted out (which it doesn't want to do,) and he as a roving geek was checking that people didn't have problems he could help with. So he came in here, and I ended up not needing his help as I solved the 'getting a copy of IE6 without net access on the machine that needs it" problem on my own (all hail http://browsers.evolt.org. For all your software testing needs.)  So then he just hung out while we were downloading, burning, copying, and extracting, pretty much in case problems came up I couldn't handle. And we just talked. And after he left, the girl I was helping said, "It was so neat. it was like you were speaking in a different language. I didn't have a clue what you were talking about most of the time."  And I thought, "but it was just the normal sort of thing--binary, hexadecimal, OS discussions, computer details--nothing fancy."  But yeah, it's been a long time since I could talk to someone like that (seeing as *someone* isn't online ever, and I haven't a clue where he is when he doesn't call me, even though I've promised I'll call him back--but I'm getting distracted. 

and another job I may apply for:  http://www.consumerlaw.org/jobs/edit.shtml It's not as much money as i'd like to be making, but more than I am, and they also aren't looking for as much experience as I have.  So we'll have to see.  It's also looking rather admin assistant-ish, but I may as well take an envelope to work and have at it. 

So very very tired.  I think it's time for my bed. 

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This is me slowly dying of boredom at work.  Why is it that when my work is the most boring, AIM fails?  And today quick buddy was even on crack. 

I forgot how sad it is to be in a city and not have any money.  It didn't matter at home, there was nothing to do, really. But here, other house people are going to the movies and out to bars, and there are restaurants of the type that I haven't gone to for over a year, and oh, how hard this is.  I have not quite enough money in the bank to cover my rent next month. I should by the time it's due, or only be short for a day or so, which I think would be okay.  I know there's lots to do that don't cost money, or don't cost much money, and I have had a good time thus far in Boston without much money.  It's just...It's boring.  I can window shop, but I can't buy things, even things that would be useful--a couple new shirts, for example, as I'm tired of the monotony of the ones I have, or another pair of pants unless they're seriously cheap or something I really really need.  And it's not like I really love shoping or anything, it's just, if I'm walking around, I may as well be looking at things, and if I'm looking at things, I'm going to want to buy them.  This sounds horribly whiny, but it's not supposed to.  This should just be temporary, I should get a job that pays more, I should end up making enough money to pay rent and still get to eat out now and then.  It was just a lot easier to do that while I was living in PA, or even on Dena's couch, far away from temptation. 

I think one of the things that makes me most grumpy is the realization that I'm meeting boys again that I would love to do stuff with, and unless they've got a list of free-yet-fun things in mind, should they ask I'd have to turn them down.  And besides the natural shyness, I can't ask them to do stuff cause I can't afford to do anything.  Doesn't matter, it's a moot point now.

This wasn't supposed to be a whine.  I just looked at housing things for ideas for this fall, as I just realised that worldcon is late this year.  And my problems are two fold--I don't know how much money I have to spend on housing, and I don't know where I want to be living.  We'll ignore things like fiendishly high first month's rent for the moment and pretend that we didn't already borrow money from our father. 

It wasn't a bad day; I figured out easier ways to alphabetize the slides (working off the master list which was alphabetical) and to sort them out again into the new files (building them from the existing chapters, since then I can find one with most of the slides and copy the rest of them into it--saves time).  There was pumpkin spice chai, which at least is worth the big money.  I thought the office boy was out, but he wasn't, so that was a nice surprise.  One of the room boys nearly got caught by one of his bosses making faces at me when he walked by.  The office boy walked by and performed a small skit involving an empty cup which I think was supposed to illustrate the fact that he has to walk by my office to get water.  This was his defense when I asked why it's okay for them to make faces as they go by my office, but not vice versa--they need to to get or get rid of water.  I said they wouldn't have the later problem if they stopped the former.  And never mind that even getting water doesn't require walking by *and* making faces.  at least they make work more fun, and Office boy is less abrasive when he's the only one in the room when I stop by.  They're all fun to talk to though.  the japanese-phile ran into me in the park walking home today--that's why I was thinking about not being able to spend money.  They live in center square, and they were talking about going out for dinner, and his roommate recommended the resturant very strongly, and I got very sad suddenly. 

Oh!  I've got work to do this weekend for the job.  only like an hour or two, but that with my lunch break taken at the right time could let me get out at the same time as the chai boy. I will have to ponder this realization.  I'll keep you posted, never fear. 

I finally decided that maybe other eyes would help with Red Sky and juggled around the new bits till they fit and stuck it up on the workshop (Kat, you don't need to print it out again, if you were bemoaning that.  All I really did was move them and take out a few words a couple of other places, so there's no point in doing more than maybe marking where the bits go in the story.).  Sometimes other people have the right idea on how to fix it.  Sometimes other people have the wrong idea on how to fix it, but in the process of elaborating on why it's a stupid freaking idea, I figure out the right one.  And sometimes when I've put things on the back burner, I remember what I want to do with them.  So we'll see.  This does mean that Falling is being pulled onto the front burner, at least for a time.  4300 words, so that's only like 61K of complications to add to it, right?  I also have the crits from the SH workshop, so I think i'll be making up a master list of suggestions that work for me, and then starting the writing, maybe.  Like I said, we'll see.  but now, I call my mom. 

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I'm trying to convince my mother to get a black and white portuguese water dog and name him "Red Oliver."  She might come around to it.  After all, I named Okie Karaoke Clams for her.