Beware the Ides of March!

[aruan]

See, I thought it was a Monday thing, but no, today is all thanks to those nasty Ides. *growls at them* They couldn't have held out on the torrential downpour for five more minutes so I could make it to work, and now my socks are draped over the computer tower, my pants are still dripping at the hem, and getting something warm would involve going back out there, which, no.

Ordered something cool from Amazon.com for a whole shiny penny, and it's always amusing when shipping costs more than the thing I'm getting. Also, must stay away from eBay. *sits on hands*

Weird moment: Steph, Casey, and I all had the same school colors in high school (green and gold). It's a small, small world.

My chocolate craving translated into a Milky Way from the office vending machine. I'm sincerely hoping JC got some sort of kickback for the shoutout in Something Special. Also, forgot how good the stuff is. Mmm, silky.

People read over my shoulder. People read over my shoulder. Must. Not. Read. Slash. In. Newsroom.

Quotes of the Day:

"He said 'Jesus loves me'? Oh, dear god."
-Kelly

Comments

[copracat]

What? Nothing. Just passing by and possibly reading over your shoulder.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Hey now! Paranoia's not attractive, and my attentions are already devoted to staying warm. If you're gonna do that though, come sit (bring something warm!) and help me with this bit of dialogue (because apparently, writing is okay to get caught doing.)

[copracat]

because apparently, writing is okay to get caught doing

It is? That changes my whole attitude to work. *pulls out wip*

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

It's really, really not, though they don't generally expect a copy editor to be writing (which I can't decide would either make them more or less likely to read over my shoulder.) *meep*