For some reason, the past week at work has been especially trying. Nothing bad happened, just the very thought of getting out of bed and coming in to work was nearly enough to break me. I just - I forecast milk sales, people. There is nothing thrillling, challenging, creative, or interesting there.

And I'm lactose intolerant.

On the YAY side of things, though, there is much.

"and weather in the heart alike" is slowly coming to a close. I have two and a half more sections to write and then any epilogue I might want.

Despite bden's supposed proclivity for facials and being sort of douche in bed, Panic (!) At the Disco continues to bring the capslock. There has already been much squeeing on my flist about headlining the Honda Civic Tour this summer, the new album, the most recent photos, and just their PRECIOUS LITTLE FACES, but I do feel the need to add my own $0.02.

( come here so I can smoosh you! )

And I still love you, too, Pete Wentz! I love every ridonk thing about you (but you also could do with a haircut!)

Tangentially related to bandslash, someone on my flist suggested the Jaz Parks books by Jennifer Rardin so I picked the first one up and am loving it so far. I mean, it's not high art or anything, but it's a fun read and I'll probably pick up the rest of the series soon.

That is all for now.