|Because who wouldn't want to be that content?|
I mean, I'm close, but...
Also, I am happy to see a blog post from a dear friend who has been quiet for a long time, and it's a mostly positive one too, so that was good.
And I'm drinking a beer. Review to follow.
I've finished my marking hell, I've started to disengage from my current job - in a good way - as there's only two weeks to go. The wonderful feeling that I've done everything I can and that now the shit is not my problem is palpable. One of my colleagues pointed out that when I'm gone my current boss will have to have a big reassessment of what my role was as so much of what I do is vital but invisible and no one else will think to do it until it breaks down and they realise that it needs to be done. I took it as a compliment.
The external HDD that I ordered for my birthday arrived early so I can start backing up my laptop, in fact, I already have. Also, I seem to have less hair on my legs at the moment? Like Alopecia almost. They are smooth in odd contiguous patches above my ankles to about halfway to my knees - reminds me of the area that Toby shaved back when we were an item in 2005. I wonder of the two are connected?
House remains unsold. Got eyes on a house down where my new job is. Just got to wait and see now.
|This is longer, has more buttons, but...|
It was nice, it was good in the hot weather. I suppose I'm not asking for much, just the ability and the choice to wear a skirt in hotter weather or just because. It's not like I can ever pass or convince people that I'm a woman (no, really) nor is it about being attractive to men (there are plenty of people who are) it's just something that feels nice. And I have no other way of explaining or defining that particular part of me.
No. Wait. I can do better than this. Anyone remember these people?