- When 88 degrees means the heat has broken, life is a little cruel.
- The iPod is working again. And, having added
airspaniel's awesome Torchwood playlist to my awesome Torchwood playlist I am a very happy girl.
- Fencing tonight.
- Terrible work schedule over the next five days.
- I have an extra ticket to the Regency Ball in NYC on June 28. $20. Let me know if you want.
- I know I mentioned letters from Patty last night, but letters from Patty! Mailing another to her today.
- Worked on book with Kali yesterday. Now that we've rewritten the religious history of Western Europe for the last 2000 years five times, I think we've solved the problem. That we've managed to do this while constantly interrupting the conversation to say something about as cogent as "Jack -- oh my god!" or "Chris Eccleston!" isn't just surprising, it's alarming. Now we just need named for everything.
- Saw my parents last night. This revolved around them insisting I had dyed my hair again when I haven't (this is the parental version of people insisting I am ten years younger than I am when I'm not) and my mother being confused when I told her I think Keith Olbermann is hot.
Let's pause for a moment to discuss how that can be possible, shall we? Because the ideas of general aesthetic appreciation, wishing I looked that good in a suit, bisexuality (a term I'm admittedly less enthused about these days but is useful to the discussion) and hey, his sentence structure turns me on were really lost on her. Although she thinks he's hot too. But she's straight, so that's apparently not confusing.
On the plus side, at least they always ask about Patty now and like stories about us being cute and romantic.