In the continuing saga of I'm A Very Old Lady, I was getting excited about going back to work last night. I've got a really challenging project on my plate - I call it Voldemort, "The Project That Shall Not Be Named," because apparently it's so secret I'm not even supposed to mention its code name - and it's going to keep me very busy and fully occupied. I'll be juggling about six testers and going to a full range of meetings and et cetera etcetera I am a very sad excuse for a human being. I was talking about it last night at Jai Thai (which does not have karaoke any more, but is really fucking cold inside) with stolen_tea, and ... I got all pumped up. Ecce geek.
My big indulgence Saturday was a $15 massage, and the knots I tied in my rhomboids during my many coughing fits got loosened up just enough to ache. I tried soaking it out in a purple fizzy bath (courtesy of hieroglyphe, and I must say that was the girliest bath bomb ever, plus the little piece of paper that said "boom boom" in the middle made me laugh) after the karaoke no-go last night. I don't know if I got anywhere with the back, but I did very much enjoy having shadowdaddy keep me company by reading to me about the dangers of high fructose corn syrup. And the world seems good and it's a Monday and I'm excited about a big "kicking ass and taking names" week at work.