February 28th, 2007

Josh Lyman, The West Wing, New England

Andy to me: "How do you get any work done with all that racket?"

I really should be working on writing my own fic (or catching up on a bazillion writeups of church stuff and/or The West Wing) but instead I started poking through raedbard's fic.

"Things to Do in New Hampshire While You're Waiting for the Thaw" is S1 and made me deliriously happy while reading it. (The problem with ficcing -- reading or writing -- at work is the fact that I tend to physically/vocally react.)

"and it's bound to take me out some, before it brings me back to shore"

"What's $600, if you have it to give?"
People are so good sometimes.

We watched "Evidence of Things Not Seen" (tWW 4.20) today, which continued my "deliriously happy" trend.


I'm back in one of those "I wanna chop and dye my hair" moods.

I am also again considering getting a del.icio.us account.


That "compliment me" meme is going around, and I feel really lame that I honestly can't think of stuff to say for people.  Er, that sounds like I don't like anyone, which isn't true; it's just that I can't think of actual compliments.  (Plus I'm feeling generally disconnected from people.)


Playing with the iPod engraving tool is fun.