A Book of Rogues and Imposters

Sunday evening, I wrote (worldbuilding in two different places, around two thousand words in probable total). I think I'm still paying for that--though I may have changed unconscious sleeping positions or something as well. Am currently operating on something like two and a half usable digits on my dominant hand, and the wrist on the nondominant hand is getting bitchy about being used a lot.

I'm an office minion. This means I type, and use fine motor control at work a lot.

Mind you, I've apparently looked sufficiently out of it the last couple of days for my coworkers to tell me to go home, and take my plague with me. I'd wish it was closer to the weekend, but I made tentative plans for dinner with jenserai (first attempt was iced out. ARGH), and I don't want to flake out on her.

My brain needs to shut up. Interesting as it's being.

Apparently my desaturated green 'cowboy' boots look rather like old-style engineer boots (the straps, squared-off toes and heels). The sort an engineer would tuck his pants into while standing in a swamp to build a dam, or blow up a mountain.

Ph34r my ability to coherently answer the phone with a cheekful of skittles. (which I have, by the by, been washing down with caffeinated battery acid. Ph34r the spang)

Also, there is no love like that of telling someone they can have your purple skittles (unless, of course, you hate the purple skittles. Then it's just sharing).

I've been wandering around in my sockfeet today (my wood-and-leather sandals being slippy on the floors here)as it's been chilly lately. These particular sandals have a divider for the big toe, so I wore my split toed socks.

Said geotech wandered in in birkenstocks and a teeshirt (he says he's not cold), and I pointed out my socks, as yay, sandals!

He described them as "crow socks".

Geotech (wearing a faded Hawaiian shirt): *blinks* . . . The thingy. At the end of your skirt.

Tae: *grinning* . .The fringe? The trim?

Geotech: The trim. With that pattern. And the flames on the leggings-- . . it's Wrong.

Tae: *trying not to LAUGH* *grins* Yes, it is.