A day, nothing more

The cat is out of the bag, as they say. The boss knows (part) of the problem. I say (part), because he doesn't really know about the money stuff, just the hideous bitches part.

I mean, he's not a stupid man, for all that I complain about him, and the lack of spark from all of us gaijin these past few weeks has been pretty obvious. I think that a satellite photo of the Gakuen taken Saturday would have shown a huge dark spot where I was, so foul and depressing was my mood.

This morning, he asked me what was wrong, shortly after I had put up with extended snubbing from some of the HBs. I almost cried (my eyes were doing that 'roll to the side as hard as possible to keep the tears in'), and I wouldn't talk about it. So then he cornered Vida, who told him part of the situation, and later he tackled Sean, who filled in the rest.

Let us say that the shit will be hitting the fan sometime...tomorrow-ish, I think. And then we shall see what we shall see.

And then Sean and I went to dinner at Den, the yakiniku place, where we consumed a decadent feast of rice and grilled meats. We didn't invite Ryan, who is home sick from work with a mild case of bronchitis (which is short for 'he is a totally wussy baby who needs to suck it up and start acting like a man instead of just talking bollocks'), and thus is both too sick to be entertained and too lucky to get out of work for a week to deserve the sweetness that is garlic-karubi.

Photo-age

This is for spusan, who would probably never stop asking, otherwise. ^_^

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stagesoflove, again again + TMI about me

So, I got one in on time, and the other was late. I almost dropped the Liz/Ronon, because I'm having a hard time with it and all my RL stuff isn't doing much to help that. But I refuse to let the jerks at work win in fandom, too.

Itch (Weir/Dex) was the one that was late, and I'm not 100% happy with it. But that could be that writing about a character's sexual frustration begins to sound a lot like one's own sexual frustration (or lack thereof), and that's just sad-making.

I was a bit happier with yesterday's entry, Skin-Hunger (Zelenka/Kusanagi), although I think I was doing a bit of the ol' chanelling from my own life there, too.

I guess the general consensus is that if I don't at least kiss another guy before my 29th birthday, the Powers That Be are going to come and take away my naughty bits, since I'm not putting them to good use.