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A small victory is still a win!
Dec. 3rd, 2004 10:19 amAnd several of them are generating a nice, low-level happy for me.
1) I did not post to lj while drunk last night. Go me! Though I might have been more amusing that way...
2) Our team did not win at Pub Trivia last night, but we did pretty damn well, and pound for pound, our four-person team kicked the ass of the twelve-plus-person team at the table next to us. Among other things, I successfully recognized a photograph of G. Gordon Liddy, despite having no context and having just been born around the time Watergate broke. (yes, I know,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wickdzoot, I'm a tiny, tiny baby.) Booze, free pizza, and the chance to test our wide-ranging and completely unsystematic knowledge bases in public made The Boy and I happy, happy people. And led to 1), above.
(did you know there was a quote from Leviticus on the Liberty Bell? we do, now.)
3) I learned the hard way that there are 199 steps from the bottom of the Porter Square T station to street level. I did not die in the process, though questions about my sanity are still being asked. Yes, there are escalators. Yes, they were working. Yes, I was carrying my backpack, complete with hefty laptop and cables and all. Yes, sometimes I do really stupid shit for no good reason. I think it was a preemptive attempt to offset any potential feeling of being all smart that the trivia thing might have caused.
4) Made it through the week without getting fired. OK, that's kind of a mixed blessing, really, but I'll take it. Huge party this afternoon, with free booze, and lots of people who no longer have to worry about giving the impression that they like one another. Confidence is high that it will be incendiary. And even if there ends up being no such floor show--three-hour party on company time. *g*
5) Last but probably more interesting than any of the above, I successfully manhandled my fanfic ADHD under control and finished something! Am eagerly awaiting its shredding by my loving beta babe. (pokesmaching_monkey to check her gmail.)
All this despite having gotten five hours or less sleep every night this week. Which potentially means that I in fact had the psychotic break and just didn't notice it, but since I've yet to see the mutant alien rats coming at me with chainsaws or anything, I'm just going to assume I'm OK.
ETA: Oh, and today is Steven Culp's birthday! Apropos of nothing, but I was reminded. Mmmmm, Webb/Hayes/Rex Van De Camp. Maybe I should watch Thirteen Days again tonight.
1) I did not post to lj while drunk last night. Go me! Though I might have been more amusing that way...
2) Our team did not win at Pub Trivia last night, but we did pretty damn well, and pound for pound, our four-person team kicked the ass of the twelve-plus-person team at the table next to us. Among other things, I successfully recognized a photograph of G. Gordon Liddy, despite having no context and having just been born around the time Watergate broke. (yes, I know,
wickdzoot, I'm a tiny, tiny baby.) Booze, free pizza, and the chance to test our wide-ranging and completely unsystematic knowledge bases in public made The Boy and I happy, happy people. And led to 1), above. (did you know there was a quote from Leviticus on the Liberty Bell? we do, now.)
3) I learned the hard way that there are 199 steps from the bottom of the Porter Square T station to street level. I did not die in the process, though questions about my sanity are still being asked. Yes, there are escalators. Yes, they were working. Yes, I was carrying my backpack, complete with hefty laptop and cables and all. Yes, sometimes I do really stupid shit for no good reason. I think it was a preemptive attempt to offset any potential feeling of being all smart that the trivia thing might have caused.
4) Made it through the week without getting fired. OK, that's kind of a mixed blessing, really, but I'll take it. Huge party this afternoon, with free booze, and lots of people who no longer have to worry about giving the impression that they like one another. Confidence is high that it will be incendiary. And even if there ends up being no such floor show--three-hour party on company time. *g*
5) Last but probably more interesting than any of the above, I successfully manhandled my fanfic ADHD under control and finished something! Am eagerly awaiting its shredding by my loving beta babe. (pokes
maching_monkey to check her gmail.)All this despite having gotten five hours or less sleep every night this week. Which potentially means that I in fact had the psychotic break and just didn't notice it, but since I've yet to see the mutant alien rats coming at me with chainsaws or anything, I'm just going to assume I'm OK.
ETA: Oh, and today is Steven Culp's birthday! Apropos of nothing, but I was reminded. Mmmmm, Webb/Hayes/Rex Van De Camp. Maybe I should watch Thirteen Days again tonight.
