Looks like I never posted that the results of my heart ultrasound were fine. In fact, my heart is much more healthy than they expected for someone who has been on high blood pressure medication since they were eighteen. All in all, good stuff.

I’m getting all of these social activities and things, now that I’m learning the area, and work on the novel has slowed down a bit. Not only that, but I’m caught up in the Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and have been reading on my lunch breaks instead of writing. Luckily, I’m at the last one that I have, Armand. I don’t know if there are any more, but I’m guessing knows. Heh. :)

I also have Stardust to read before Penguicon. Gonna get either that or Adventures in the Dream Trade signed. Aw, yeah.

There’s a manager position open here at work. I’m applying for it. Cross your fingers for me. One promotion per month is just not good enough for me, apparently. Heheheheh.

I’ve been promoted to TSS 2 at work. Retroactive to December. Pay raise and back pay. This is excellent. I got my federal tax return yesterday. That means that the state is on its way as well. Also excellent. Game is tonight, and dinner tomorrow with the parentals. Very cool.

Cow-orkers that speak and act like vapid Californian stereotypes should move there and far away from me. Maybe then the violent images will stop parading through my imagination.

DaveCrampton (9:37:10PM): Find out about the heart ultrasound
Crampton, Mike (9:37:23PM): ya, now I remember….
DaveCrampton (9:37:45PM): And about the SARS. And the Scurvy. Can’t forget the Scurvy.
Crampton, Mike (9:38:04PM): Gotta check for scurvy,,,,
DaveCrampton (9:38:23PM): Stupid pirates and their scurvy.
Crampton, Mike (9:38:53PM): hey don’t blame it all on the sailors….
DaveCrampton (9:39:06PM): Are you saying you were a pirate?
Crampton, Mike (9:39:14PM): no a sailor
DaveCrampton (9:39:26PM): Because all I mentioned was pirates
DaveCrampton (9:39:30PM): And now you’re all defensive.
DaveCrampton (9:39:33PM): I think you were a pirate.
DaveCrampton (9:39:39PM): And this navy thing was a farce.
DaveCrampton (9:39:48PM): Mom married you for your booty, didn’t she?
Crampton, Mike (9:40:12PM): are you drinking tonite?
DaveCrampton (9:40:26PM): Nope. Just silly.
Crampton, Mike (9:40:55PM): well, guess you’re allowed now and then….

Got a letter all written and ready to send out to . Got copies of insurance info for so that he can renew plate tags. Even read through my old emails and answered what I’d been putzin’ around and not answering. I brought my lunch, so I’m going to buckle down and actually do some writing on my lunch break. I’m going to reply to ‘s most recent letter as well. The only thing I’m short on is envelopes. Maybe I should scavenge here at work. Hee, hee!

I’m thinking of writing a wrap-up for Steven, for his little adventure pre-Amy’s game. Which went wonderfully last night.

I have decided to finish the header thingy for Chapter 13 tonight, no matter what, and get it sent out. So hard with Sopranos on the On Demand thingy. Mmmm, streaming video through my digital cable box.

I’m smiling all over the place about the responses to the after the oil crash link. It amazes me that the negative responses are so much more emotional than the supportive ones.

I now have this phrase on my cube wall, thanks to : This morning, I feel like relaxation and acceptance of change are possible things. Attainable. In fact, nearly attained.

Such a good thing to read when I come in and set down my stuff. So many reasons to love her.