There are times I’m just too much like Kestrel. And we won’t even go into the time I actually did this. Except with more profanity.

I have mail in my inbox from the last month, just sitting there waiting to be answered. If I owe you letters, I’m so very sorry…. working on it.

In the space of one week, Bill:

• Was fired released from bondage at Trade Thermo. (soul sucking bastards…)
• Started school. He’s going for his psych degree. So very cool. (And I’m jealous… I miss the ivory tower.)
• Got a new job. At US Box. With me. (and Loretta).

Holy shit people, I have begun Planet Paintball, part 2. And aside from that… just insert happy dancing. ‘Cause wheeee! I get to work in the same building as him! (but not at the next desk - that would probably incur homicidal urges in both our hearts) And he no longer has to worry all the time about me working in the worst part of Newark! And there’s another smart person in the office!

I’d probably spend the rest of the evening doing the happy dance, but work calls. Le sigh.