I was shocked, shocked I tell you, to find out today that I am not perfect -- I sent out yesterday's message announcing a new Paperwork entry without actually uploading one.
Heh.
It's there now. Honest.
I am a wee bit obsessive-compulsive. Here I am, home with Darin for Thanksgiving, and all our friends were coming over tonight to watch the episode of Babylon 5 that CJ taped off the downlink the other night. And what am I doing? Well, I knew I had the teleplays for some episodes of Homicide around. But I wasn't sure where. So I had to go search for them right then. Everyone else is happily chatting and eating Chinese food; I'm digging through piles of stuff here, there, and everywhere looking for something that was, as we say in the biz, non-crucial. But that's how my mind works: once I decide I need to find something, everything stops until I find it.
I am also going nuts because the other night, as Darin and I were laying around being bumps on a log, I cruised the web and came across Someone's diary. Someone focused on being bipolar, and Someone had a link to a whole set of other sites that had to do with bipolar, one of which was a journal of a bipolar film student that wasn't me.
The reason I didn't investigate it more was I was baking cookies or otherwise running around the apartment, and the machine crashed, and I hadn't saved the URL. Needless to say, I can't find it again. If you have any idea of
So here I am, home with my husband -- we've been together so often over the past couple of days it's practically like we live together -- and I decide I'm going to do some laundry. Laundry is one domestic chore I don't mind, because you can put the laundry in the machine, walk away, play Mission:Thunderbolt or something, come back, stick it in the next machine, go watch music videos, and then return and voila! The laundry, she is finished. (The folding part I'm not so good with.)
I dig through the hampers to get out enough clothes for a load of laundry, and I find some dirty laundry from the last time I was here. I was last here three weeks ago.
Brrrr. It's best not to think about that too much.
My goal in life is to be a fantastically overpaid writer, so that I can hire a wife for Darin. I'll be the mistress, meet him in exotic locales, have sex with him at all hours of day and night, whatever. The wife can keep track of his appointments, buy the groceries, do the laundry, all the wifey things I have zero clue about.
Speaking of diaries (were we?), a while back I e-mailed OpheliaZ, master? mistress? of the Open Pages ring, and asked her if there was some way to make the names of the members of the Open Pages ring appear in the list randomly...mostly because of the success of the list means there are a lot of names on it. As an early member of the Open Pages -- in fact, I was one of its first three vict--adherents -- my name was always appearing waaaaay down there at the bottom, and I'm, how do you say, narcissistic. I want people to at least look at the Paperwork.
I see that my name now appears near the top, and a few of the other names have been redistributed. In case you're wondering why that happened, you have me to thank, blame, or ignore.