The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I did not sleep last night, literally; the sea kept calling me. Yes, I am a complete madwoman, but when it gets into my ears and under my skin, I can't sleep; I can't do anything really except be alert, be aware and maybe listen to music.

In good news, since there actually always is good news, I have clean work clothes and a couple of friends are back online now who had been sucked into the techno-abyss for weeks.

I am going to be real fun at work today. Ai. And I can still hear it, and get the scent of it on the wind, and it makes tears burn in my eyes...

I just lost a whole entire fifteen-minute entry because... well... my computer is on life support. Let me sum up the fine points.

Get off your cell phone. Off. Off.

shirei_shibolim said it earlier this week, I know, but it remains true. In the name of hobbits in the wilderness, if you are at the counter and I am trying to get your drink on deck so that you can get out of the store and on with your life, please turn all cell phones to the 'off' position.

And I found out that Halrloprillalar ("call me Hal"), who used to write for ScullySlash (oooh, the things you'd never thought you'd know about me... and no, you can't see any) now writes HP fic, as well as just about everything else . Writes on both sides of the Oreo, and can spell, which counts for a damn lot.

I wrote two whole paragraphs at lunch today, albeit mostly about a horse.