twincityhacker

Today is my last day of work before vacation. I would not even mind being sent home early today - something that I avoided like the plague yesterday.

I also have a good chance of getting the same job again, as even though I told my supervisors that I'd be going on vacation over a month ago, they did not actually plan for me to be gone. So they haven't trained anyone, and if they did train someone, I would be back the next day after they finished the training. = )

Not that, you know, stickering is all that complicated.

I still have some packing to do, but most of that packing is "charge iPod." I did end up having less of my burpropian than I thought, and have to pick some up before work. So I should make lunch. Anytime now.

I conquered the Adobe .epub DMR, and now I can read my new, shiny Jeeves & Wooster collections on my Kindle. I cannot fucking wait for Adobe's DMR to be cracked. This entire journey has been ludacris in the extreme, from finding a place to buy the books all the way to getting them on my reader. ( To Recap... )

I think I'm coming down with a cold. I have drunk ( drank? ) roughly a gallon of tea, have my Chelsea scarf on, and have had a heating pad called Wisota on my chest on and off this afternoon. And I am on the first day of my period. Which is all very well, and boring, so I shall switch my narrative to last night.

Kismet proved that he was A Mighty Hunter, and caught his second mouse. He was playing with it like it was his laser pointer mousie. I think Kismet and Wisota had chased it upstairs much earlier in the day, has they tore out of the basement and were very Interested in the hassock. I pulled it over to make sure that there wasn't something under it. I guess the mouse climbed up?

But there was no Circle of Life shenanigans. I pulled off Kismet, and the mouse fled into the hall closet while I was getting out the tupperwere container. I cleared out some of the shoes, and almost caught it but it scurried somewhere else. So I emptied the entire closet, treed the mouse up onto the baseboard in the corner, and caught the blasted thing and brought it outside and released it.

We've had a live-trap in the basement for almost two weeks, but I guess the mouse did not care for peanut butter. The trap is staying down there just in case the mice ( as Mr. Mighty Hunter had cornered another a few weeks ago ) had friends. But we only found two mice nests in the carpet pile, so we live in hope.

Kismet was a little put out for a bit, because I stole his toy, but he's forgiven me and he's stretched out snoring next to me on the couch.

Yesterday felt super long, as I left the house around 11 AM to go to my psychologist's appointment, and really didn't return home until 12 AM. I still have three errands that I didn't do yesterday, so I should leave and do them, but I am still in my pajamas. I don't have to be at work until three, so I still have time.

So, I was listening to a metric ton of NPR, and one of the "news around the world" spots was that someone at MI6 was caught selling state secrets, and he was expected to get around 9 years in prison. My reaction was "I guess Toshiko's story was way overblown!"

I'm making some progress on holmes_big_bang. I got distracted by a Torchwood AU at work.

We went out and about today, shopping for things for vacation. And stuff for my lunch. We ended up leaving a bag at the check out at the first store, so after looking all over for the recipt I missplaced, we went to pick up the bag. They didn't give us our bag back, because when it was in the lost cart, the bread and donuts were squished and the cheese was unsellable.

On another shopping front - I'm trying to chase down some ebooks of the Jeeves and Wooster stories, and the only place I'm finding them is Waterstones. Would not even all that bad, if not for the fact that the ebooks are more expensive than the the dead tree version. By a couple of pounds.

On the other had, they also had two collections of Wodehouse that's more reasonably priced.

What I was going to post, before I got side tracked by figure skating, was that I was that I had a stroke of strange luck while looking for locations to put my fictional town for my Sherlock Holmes Big Bang. I was mostly looking for a town that had a harbor, by a river, and had a cliff or high hill near-by. So I pulled up Google Earth, and I started on the western most region of the Jurrasic Coast and started scanning eastward.

First, I found one of the more awesome named towns in the UK: Beer, Dorset. I almost set the story there, but then I found the perfect place: West Bay, Dorset. Formally Bridport Harbour.

I have to rename it, because it's a crossover with War of the Worlds and that bodes ill for just about everything in the entire story except bacteria and viruses.

In an attempt to make everything fit in my room, I moved furniture today and brought up another bookcase. So, I think everything has a home now except my battalion of Eeyores.

One spot of unintentional hilarity was that I moved all the books on the floor into the new bookcase. I had to put it into the closet because there simply was not enough wall space. Which is not funny, until I had put everything on my bookshelf, looked at the books, and noticed all my gay books are on the new bookcase.

The end result? All of my gay books are closeted.

I am not at work. Or going to work, as the overtime I have to work has been moved to Monday, which is supposed to be a holiday. I am going in on day shift, because I am gambeling on the fact that we're fairly far ahead and we can go home early.