the life and times of Lyssie
So, this new job I've got is way the fuck out in Germantown. I get up every morning at 6:15, just to make sure my brain is awake enough for the 40-minute drive. And, well, for the work itself.
I do spreadsheets. Lots. Of. Lines.
The one I'm working on? 3,600+
It has snowed, which makes things icy and snowy. And crap. *hates on the stupid drivers* Also? I got Moya's oil changed -- oh! And this evening when I went out, she had a row of icicles dangling from her front bumper, and looked so cute! zomg.
Anyway. The mechanic said an engine mount is collapsing. Sigh. And I need a tune-up. Not really a surprise.
Have bought most of the presents I need to. Also have gloves (yay!) and random crap.
In other good news, the ratio of non-Kara/Lee fic to Kara/Lee fic is about 2 to 1 now, per day. If my flist is anything to go by.
Thanks to driving a lot, and being forced to listen to musicor fall asleep I want to do a music vid for BSG to Garbage's Hammering in My Head. It would be a very fucked-up vid. Very.
I do spreadsheets. Lots. Of. Lines.
The one I'm working on? 3,600+
It has snowed, which makes things icy and snowy. And crap. *hates on the stupid drivers* Also? I got Moya's oil changed -- oh! And this evening when I went out, she had a row of icicles dangling from her front bumper, and looked so cute! zomg.
Anyway. The mechanic said an engine mount is collapsing. Sigh. And I need a tune-up. Not really a surprise.
Have bought most of the presents I need to. Also have gloves (yay!) and random crap.
In other good news, the ratio of non-Kara/Lee fic to Kara/Lee fic is about 2 to 1 now, per day. If my flist is anything to go by.
Thanks to driving a lot, and being forced to listen to music
