Another reason I rather like the church next door:

After a ninety-minute-long service yesterday (we had a guest pastor with a longer sermon than usual), the post-Communion, pre-dismissal announcements ended with this:

"As you may or may not know, this is Gay Pride weekend in New York City. Since I think a lot of us here at St. Matthew's have at least a little gay in our hearts, let's pray for everyone at the parade and other events in New York, asking that the heat doesn't adversely affect anyone's health. Thank you."

Gotta love it.

I'd still rather be living somewhere cold, but still- gotta love it.

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I'm tired. I went to bed late and I got up early, the former because I was having fun RPing, the latter because I wanted to be here to check on Kirk's case of space gonorrhea. We're waiting on the part now, might not see it until tomorrow.

Am on hold with the people who're going to replace the part.

Cannot make backup Exchange Server arrangements until I know when we're likely to see the part arrive, since the amount of backup/restore we're looking at requires data delivery on media.

Still have to deal with other computer problems around the office, incl. recalcitrant web-based email system that we're using in the meantime- which is unproductive 'cos of not having people's scheduling built in.

Can't look forward to taking a long bath tonight 'cos I've told my parents I'm coming to visit them and Grandma straight from work tonight instead.

My sister's still getting popups on her machine when she sends email despite me spending several hours at her house hacking the spyware loose from her machine (not to mention the cost of an extended Zipcar rental 'cos she lives more than an hour from me and even further than that from where I got the car).

I look at my outline for the next half of WYGO?'s sixth chapter and cannot muster the enthusiasm to start writing the outline into actual words. Neither can I get up the wherewithal to get into plotty roleplay anywhere. Random RP maybe, plotty roleplay demands too much of my brain for some reason.

I want to kill the Levitra people. And the Rellacor people. All of them. Every last one. The actresses who do the spiels, the writers who created the scripts, the research teams who came up with the drugs, the film crews who made the commercials- all of them. I'm sick of hearing about 'quality sexual experience'; quality is a term that's used these days to describe almost nothing but crap in a nice package. And I don't want to hear the word 'belly' again because that bitch in the Rellacor commercials blithers about excess body fat around your waist, hips and belly, and if I hear it again I'll think of her, and then I'll have to kill her. A lot.

I'm going to keep slogigng through today because at least I can accomplish something at the office but sweet mother of Jebus I am so looking forward to the day when I can actually take a proper vacation instead of just a day at a time. At least this is a holiday weekend.

ON the bright side the HP tech I just spoke to told me 'thank you kindly' before putting me on hold to talk to his bosses, and I know HP tech support uses people in Canada, so that's a nice image...