Eh.

My sort-of boyfriend left on vacation to Europe today. I prob'ly shouldn't feel relieved, but. Hmmmm. That says something about us, doesn't it? Oh, well, shit happens.

Memo to self: rollerblading up hills at 90+ degree temperatures is NOT a good idea. (However, rollerblading DOWN hills is fine.)

Haven't heard from my two fellow LotR cronies (in RL) in a few days. One is still recovering from our viewing of "Monsignor Renard." The other is probably still sorting through two weeks' worth of junk e-mails. But I have things to squee about with them! Darn.
< / end rambling >

An interesting thing...

When at work, time actually slows down. Until half an hour before I get to leave -- then it hits fast-forward, as I realize how much shit I have left to do and how little time I have to complete it in.

The fic I'm working on is cracking me up. Because I'm trying to write something that resembles smut, and it's so bad it's funny. Will prob'ly cut out the stilted, awkward sex scene in the final draft. Which is still a long way away. But. Yes. Badly-written sex amuses me. Deleting said bad smut amuses me more.

An old friend called me today. Haven't seen him in about 6 months. Haven't spoken to him on the phone in over a year. Highly suspicious. Will have to return his call -- now I'm curious.

Squee!

I just figured out why Brad Dourif (the actor playing Grima Wormtongue in TTT & RotK) looks so familiar. He played a psychopath on the X-Files once.

Woot! ::bounces around happily::

..."When Obsessions Collide"...