rm | sundries, retrograde

I ordered new checks at Citibank two weeks ago. They should have arrived by now. I went into Citibank -- they forgot to order them. Now I get them for free. Oi.

I am trying to order this dress for the cruise. The sale is ridiculous and I have the same model dress in a print at a shorter length so I know it will fit. It's such a starlet dress, I love it. *Glares at fucking paypal*

Patty bought a fabulous dress today too.

More details have emerged about the break-in at our office suite. Photos of the perp have been passed around and the whole case strikes me as rather bizarre. On one hand, he wore a suit and had small luggage to carry stuff out, looking all corporate. On the other hand, he ignored the eight billion conspicuous cctv cams here and, get this, scaled the wall (the offices in the suite don't have walls that go all the way up for wiring and AC purposes, but they are still like 9' high) to get stuff. Surely there are easier ways to steal a laptop?

Hey, LeakyCon is this weekend, and I won't be there. Have fun, kids. Part of me is melancholy to miss it, but part of me is glad for the HP break this year.

I think I want to try to do the Minneapolis plane ticket thingy this weekend. Waiting to hear from Kali as we might travel together.

I'm itching to write. Should do that Madonna essay in the next couple of days, but should also see what on my fanfiction stack I want to get done next. The last one felt good.

Also, MY NAME IS NOT RACHEL. This bothers me more than I can possibly describe. My name does not have the hard ch-sound in it, and it is NOT A DIMINUTIVE. It is also not an affectation. It's the legal name my parents gave me. Don't bloody drop the last syllable. If you want a nickname for me, ask. It won't be Rachel.