So recently I did some stuff, and under that broad heading falls:

- informed bossmans I wanted in on this management gig;
- almost immediately reconsidered in light of how he treats his two current shift supervisors, but TOO LATE NOW: I can only GO FORWARD and maintain my moral rectitude (quit giggling);
- figured out some important things about half-marathons and why I won't be running one this year;
- clapped for that adorable guppy as she toddled at a sprint;
- gave up drinking caffeine after noon for the sixteenth straight day (NEXT STEP: ONLY ONE CUP OF COFFEE A DAY, baby steps baby steps baby steps);
and
- finally wrote some damn words.

They weren't good words, they weren't well-flowing words, they weren't genius is what I'm getting at, but they happened.

Also, BREWMASTER ARANRUTH. Ruth is so cute, but she seriously needs new shoulders.

I was scared about my planned run on Thursday, that being a five-mile run with two miles at tempo pace. My average pace has been a 9:20 mile for the past month or so, and a tempo pace is supposed to be race-pace, which - for me - is about an 8:25.

But yesterday was a five-mile easy run, and I ran it at 44:10, counting the ten seconds I jogged in place to wait for a car.

SO APPARENTLY I CAN DO ALMOST TEMPO-PACE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING, and now I am JAZZED for Thursday.

Work continues unabated. Ten consecutive days without a day off seems a trifle excessive to me. I am hoping that drama goes down after the all-management meeting on Sunday (THREE HOURS of all bossmans and a bosslady). Much hollering, much clearing of the air, address given to the senior bossmans occasionally using his shift to take a nap in the back while there are only two harried baristas to take care of the entire morning shift. I am so glad that I didn't have to be the one to say that.

All of our pets are SUPER RETARDED and SUPER ANNOYING lately. I understand that this is because it is ungodly hot and they are suffering from an abundance of fur, but still, GET OFF ME, I DO NOT WANT YOUR LOVE, IT IS TOO FLIPPIN HOT.

My guppy, she is ten months old. <3 Soon she will be a whole year. I cannot remember life without this tiny human. It must've been pretty lame.

For now, please know that the guppy threw up on me four times tonight, once right down the cleavage, such that I looked like a porn star.

- Ran!
- Cuddled a gup!
- Knitted for so long that my hands hurt! (My sister's Crimmus gift is going to be SO AWESOME.)
- LAUNDRY WAUGH
- So many dishes that Suboshi was impressed.
- Wrote letters.

Yesterday we took the guppy to the zoo. She was notably impressed by the fruit bats, but less so by everything else. Suboshi took some excellent pictures, which was good, because frankly even the brilliant precocious gup is not really going to get a lot of memory mileage over zooing at seven weeks.

I'm due to take a trip out to California in December, because I promised my brother that - come hell or high water - I would see him graduate. Because of my lack of seniority, I was only able to arrange for four days, including travel time. My family initially said okay, just come; now they are trying their hardest to get me to extend my stay, change the already-bought tickets, and - you know - totally bone my coworkers during the busiest season of the year. It exhausts me thinking about it and how I am going to deal with the guilting.

I had to stop writing this post and go shower because the gup threw up quite cheerfully all down my front. <3 I love gup.

I am so full of things to write, my brain feels bloated and lethargic. I need to lance the boil and get some words out, or the psychic pus is going to pound me.

I gupcuddled! I woke up at my alarm's time and not - say - two hours later.

I ran for sixty minutes without stopping, and suspect that this is roughly six and a quarter miles, despite not knowing for certain, because at the halfway point of the run, Sundaisyshine decided that she was only going to record time, and not distance, and chose to inform me AT FORTY MINUTES that she'd stopped pacing at 3.31 miles. RAEG FUELED MY LAST FEW MILES. OMG.

It was still a good run.

I came home and Cal, Calmom, and I made baked figs, and then stuffed ourselves with them. They were delicious and figgy. I am very happy.

Now I need to do all the laundry in the world, since I cleaned out my closet two days ago and brought my winter clothes out of storage.

The guppy is adorable. <3

Life is good.

I've been peeking over Suboshi's shoulder at the WoW Cataclysm beta. I have discovered to my considerable surprise that I do not loathe worgen, which I thought I would based on my previous in-game experience. It just goes to show that meejes should not jump to conclusions.

It is one week since my guppy was born, and she is so ridiculously cute. Today she had her first bath. She flailed and screamed in RAEG!!11!! the entire time, because so far her least favorite things are being: a) wet, and b) cold, and bathtime proved to be both wetsome and cold-making, despite the warm water and the body heat of three adults clustered around her and anxiously dabbing at spit-up-covered portions of her tiny body. Oh man she's going to be a hell of an athlete when she's a bit larger; she's all leg.

I RAN A 10K TODAY. NO PARTICULAR REASON. I JUST GOT UP AND THOUGHT, "TODAY I'LL RUN SIX MILES AND CHANGE," AND I DID IT. I had to stop and walk for fifteen seconds just after hitting five miles, and I was so mad about it. Talk about wusscakery, there was LESS THAN A MILE TO GO. And yet the sideache, it had gone well into icepick-in-the-side territory. :( Next time I try this, I'll go for running the entire time. I finished at 56:51, which is not terrible, but I really wanted to try for a solid 54:00. Oh well. I need to find a new route, I grow bored with the same neighborhood every time, particularly the ridiculous hill at 2.6 miles. Seriously. Eff that hill, man. In the neck.

GUPPY ALERT: SHE JUST OPENED HER EYES AT ME, FROM WHERE SHE IS ROCKIN HER CRADLE-SWING BY THE COMPUTER DESK. Saints alive, my goddaughter is so cute. <3 <3 <3

I went shopping today, because sometimes a girl needs some pretty underwear, and Victoria's Secret concluded that my breasts are problematic. Apparently I am a different size in each of the three major bra lines they're doing right now. Really, you guys? Did not instill confidence. However, I am weak against plum lace, and so plum lace there was, in the size we finally determined me to be. I just realized that if I keep running at the rate that I am, it probably won't fit in a month. MOAR PLUM LACE!

I think that this is actually everything awesome that is happening with me right now. I will later cover my tea-ventures, the non-sucky vampire Victoriana I'm reading, and my parents' reactions to being given The 13 Clocks as a birthday gift. (SPOILER: my mom cried a little. :D)

This is the first morning I haven't had a full or double shift in a week, and I'm not quite sure of what to do with myself. I did some chores (as usual, the cats all poop far too much, lazy little mogs that they are) and sorted through some correspondence (my father sends me weekly letters that he writes every Monday morning, and I try to return the favor), and now I have coffee, a full purring dishwasher, and a full humming clothesdryer.

The full and double shifts are a direct result of two facts:

a) I am a good and reliable worker;
and
b) I am a sucker who agrees to take extra shifts to cover for someone.

B is, in turn, a result of two things:

i) I am a sucker;
and
ii) Soon there will be a tiny guppy goddaughter born, and when she is finally on the scene, I will possibly have to call a co-worker and demand that someone come in to cover the remainder of my shift so I can be at the hospital to hold gupmother's hand and reassure her that she should not kill her spouse for putting her through this! Pat pat pat pat. Then I will hold my goddaughter when she is a ridiculous red radish, and beam fatuously into her grumpy wee face, and tell her truthfully that she is the most beautiful little girl in the whole world!

I do have quite a few writing projects to catch up on (I've owed an Abaddon post since EASTER, and I've been writing Tiki and Greyspell in the Barrens for ... since Walks began Rubeus!), and now I've got another one. Livejournal, I am informed by reliable sources (Cal), has finally gone completely insane. Well, I knew that was coming. I had long since deleted my first Livejournal, and a few years back I deleted my replacement LJ due to drama and woe. I've had a good time here at DW, but I kept a single LJ for purposes of story archives and for keeping up with the few LJ people who didn't transfer here, and who still spoke to me (a surprisingly small Venn overlap). This LJ was for Greyspell, and was begun for an RP dressing-room writing community Lyn told me about. The writing community went defunct when most of the players went elsewhere (having finally perfected their characters?), but I kept the LJ as an archive, and filled it in with some of Greyspell's blog posts from another site. The blogs were fun to write, I guess, but I always felt uncomfortable posting his journal entries in public because he is a ridiculously private person.

In any case, I might spend the morning grabbing up all of those stories and blog posts, and dumping them under - respectively - 'wow.fic' and 'pedantic soliloquoys' tags here, so I can delete that last remaining LJ.

Of course, I could also catch up on all of my emails. I have another entry cooking about how I always feel guilty leaving emails unanswered to write journal entries. SO HARD TO BE A WORKING ADULT WITH CHORES.

Oh! And ALSO. Tattoo happens on Friday. :D I am all in a flather and a tizzy, because the ink I want is Elu Thingol's badge (you may recognize it as my default user icon), but I cannot find a decent representation of it on the entire Internets, and I'd like to have something better for Vanessa to work with than "Hello I am a GIF pixelation with the wrong palette" for something that is going to be permanently displayed on my foxy sculpted shoulder.