OMG!!!! IT'S HERE!!!!

*insert loud fan girl squee here*

I am sitting at the table in Sbux, tippy-tapping away on the lappie, and Jim Jefferies is staring up at me from the DVD case for Alcoholcaust.

Yes, my copy has arrived.

No, I have not watched it. I am waiting to watch it with Tory tonight because I have converted him to the fandom.

It's a bit like foreplay... stretching out the anticipation so the orgasm is even better.

Yes, everything in my life at this point is a metaphor for sex because I haven't gotten laid since January. I don't consider intense fooling around and IM sex as getting laid--it's just a temporary stopgap to keep me from going insane. Ditto for wanking.

*shakes head* This is the problem with having sworn off Brit boys... I miss the slang. The English just have better curses and slang than we do over here. I mean, I'm resorting to French these days to spice up the cussing. Argh. *slams head on the desk*

Excuse me, I'm in Sbux--*slams head on the table*

OK, kiddies, I am going to go back to editing One Flew Out of the Broom Closet. And a clip from "Hellbound" just came on the Zune. The bit about ordering porn from a Dutch company. How... appropriate, considering a recent discussion about... never mind. Never mind. If you've heard the album, you'll get it, and if you hadn't, you don't need to.

I, however, need to get it. Sex makes me funnier; frustration makes me crankier.

Sorry I've been neglecting the Blogiverse--it's been an intense week or so, with another sinus infection, crap in Hell's Vestibule, and utterly crapping on NaNoWriMo. I owe edits and comments to a few people, and the house... *slams head on the table* I really hate dealing with crazy people. I have like four blog posts in various states of composition. I'm hoping to get shit finished next weekend, and of course, there'll be the review.

Oh, yeah, and there's the job. *slams head on the table* I had a rage dump this afternoon--a dear friend provided a sympathetic ear and it all just poured out. So frustrated with the political situation at work, and all the fallout from it. Tired of people being hurt by the utter ignorance of others, and fucked if I'm going to stand by and let it happen.

I may be a rage bunny, but I know how to put it to work and make something positive come out of it.

'K, nuff bitchin'. Must go back to rewriting... J.C. has been introduced in the Ren Faire scene, Hal has been made English (instead of Southern) with a slight Northern cast to it (haven't decided if it's going to be Yorkshire or Manchester) and IT SO WORKS!!!! I love my novel, and you will too, when it's published. I may serve up the first chapter as a teaser just to see what peeps think--I am in final rewrite before querying and have id'd two agents who would be perfect for it.

Right, BACK TO WORK!

Ciao, dahlings...

Your Empress