*yawn*

I had to get to work early today to get my spiffy new photo ID card, which I now have to wear around my neck whenever I venture out into the hallway. It feels like I'm at a con, except for the having fun part. The guy took my picture twice, with identical results, so I just went with it. I look like a startled squirrel with a guilty conscience, but I don't think that was going to change no matter how many times he took it.

***
My plan to reduce my sugar levels must be working better than I'd realized. I bought a bag of Lifesavers Fusions to keep in my desk for when I want to suck on something fruity (*blink* that came out wrong, didn't it?) But every time I eat one, I end up all jittery and wired. So into the central candy dish they go, where my cow-orkers should make short work of them.

Disclaimer: Not that I'm implying that any of my fellow employees frequently have urges to suck something fruity. They just like candy, is all.

***

I've been immersed in HP fic lately, but I'm dragging myself out of it this afternoon, I've decided. My inbox is full up with Stargate stories I haven't looked at yet, and I still have more than half of the J/D ficathon to read and feedback. Plus, I'm running out of good HP.

And I *still* haven't managed to see the Atlantis commercial.

*yawn*

I had to get to work early today to get my spiffy new photo ID card, which I now have to wear around my neck whenever I venture out into the hallway. It feels like I'm at a con, except for the having fun part. The guy took my picture twice, with identical results, so I just went with it. I look like a startled squirrel with a guilty conscience, but I don't think that was going to change no matter how many times he took it.

***
My plan to reduce my sugar levels must be working better than I'd realized. I bought a bag of Lifesavers Fusions to keep in my desk for when I want to suck on something fruity (*blink* that came out wrong, didn't it?) But every time I eat one, I end up all jittery and wired. So into the central candy dish they go, where my cow-orkers should make short work of them.

Disclaimer: Not that I'm implying that any of my fellow employees frequently have urges to suck something fruity. They just like candy, is all.

***

I've been immersed in HP fic lately, but I'm dragging myself out of it this afternoon, I've decided. My inbox is full up with Stargate stories I haven't looked at yet, and I still have more than half of the J/D ficathon to read and feedback. Plus, I'm running out of good HP.

And I *still* haven't managed to see the Atlantis commercial.