::sob!::

It's snowing, lots of fluffy, beautiful snow. I love snow. No problems there.

Worked a full day, came home and found myself sucked into TWO FRIGGIN' HOURS MORE. Waaaah, dammit! And I get to work a little more tonight, and possibly a little more on Sunday! From home, but still. Work! I want to play! I want to write and think and write some more. I want to *not* work. Ooooh, and the snow continues to fall.

Downloaded "100 Ways" by the beautiful Mr. Chasez. Damn, is that man talented! He tackles multiple musical styles and makes every one of them work. Don't know if he'll be a superstar, but he's certainly got the chops for it. Love him more than is healthy, I'm afraid.

I want to squee and stuff but two more hours of work have beaten the squee right out of me. I'll limp along now and see if I've got enough grey matter left to do something writerly.

::whimper::

JC!

::whimper::

::sob, part 02::

Yes, more working at home. My brain is tired that it hurts. My eyes are so tired that I fear they're about to pop out of my head in protest. Lucky for me (and most humans!) my skull is too thick for my brain to attempt evacuation. I'm weary.

New JC stuff! The AOL Sessions thing, and there are links but I'm not downloading because my job has sucked my very will to live, and I'm off to bed. Pray for me. Pray that in the morning I'll check my email and find that all is well. Please, pleasepleaseplease.

::sob!::