and so it begins. the last five days of working at that hellish place. word. and manta is still on vacation this week - riding his harley across the country. so it may not even be the worst five days ever. excellent. i hope boss!guy learned his lesson and doesn't try any more of that "we'll miss you" bullshit.
yesterday evening,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starbuckle and i watched return of the king. and thus my soul was rent asunder. really, i don't think i'll ever get over that movie. it keeps happening that toward the beginning i'll think, hm, maybe this time i won't really cry. maybe i'm familiar enough with it that it won't get me that way and then i sob through the last half hour at least. i don't know, maybe i should start watching it nightly so as to build enough immunity that i can make it through the symphony performances without loosing my caca.
i'm trying not to think about the exciting job possibility. because i don't want to be all in a tizzy about it. i want to calmly and rationally think of it as a possibility. and remind myself that i don't know anything about these people or what they want or who else is in the running. and so i must remain calm.
i sent e-mail to choir lady, with an attachment of and link to the better translation for the choral texts. ::wrings hands:: i'm all nervous about outing myself as a fan. oh well. i just hope they use it. no more breathing in the middle of words, director man! ugh, i mean really. how can i not be annoyed about breathing in the middle about the word 'mearas'? i know. am a geek.
oh, um, recs:
-room 1008 byzionsstarfish. hot, atmospheric h/d. truly lovely.
-get there faster byhesychasm. this is not what i would call 'my kind of fic.' as i tend toward schmoop and romantic angst. but it is brilliant. takes harry at the end of ootp down a frighteningly possible path. it's harry/ron but it's mostly about harry and his utterly possible dark side. it's horrifying and very good in that way. and don't let me scare you off completely, it doesn't go as far as it could. i'm reccing it, after all.
yesterday evening,
starbuckle and i watched return of the king. and thus my soul was rent asunder. really, i don't think i'll ever get over that movie. it keeps happening that toward the beginning i'll think, hm, maybe this time i won't really cry. maybe i'm familiar enough with it that it won't get me that way and then i sob through the last half hour at least. i don't know, maybe i should start watching it nightly so as to build enough immunity that i can make it through the symphony performances without loosing my caca.i'm trying not to think about the exciting job possibility. because i don't want to be all in a tizzy about it. i want to calmly and rationally think of it as a possibility. and remind myself that i don't know anything about these people or what they want or who else is in the running. and so i must remain calm.
i sent e-mail to choir lady, with an attachment of and link to the better translation for the choral texts. ::wrings hands:: i'm all nervous about outing myself as a fan. oh well. i just hope they use it. no more breathing in the middle of words, director man! ugh, i mean really. how can i not be annoyed about breathing in the middle about the word 'mearas'? i know. am a geek.
oh, um, recs:
-room 1008 by
zionsstarfish. hot, atmospheric h/d. truly lovely.-get there faster by
hesychasm. this is not what i would call 'my kind of fic.' as i tend toward schmoop and romantic angst. but it is brilliant. takes harry at the end of ootp down a frighteningly possible path. it's harry/ron but it's mostly about harry and his utterly possible dark side. it's horrifying and very good in that way. and don't let me scare you off completely, it doesn't go as far as it could. i'm reccing it, after all.