Corner of Bourbon & Division

I have an Amaretto Sour. Life is good.

For the first (or maybe second? I don't remember) time in my life I'm having it as a proper drink and not a shooter, so I get to savour it.

This my friends is the sweet (and slightly sour) taste of victory.

Work has decided in their infinite wisdowm to disallow the internet to everyone who doesn't need it. Needless to say, I fall into that category nicely. I only use the internet for actual work maybe once every two weeks.

*sigh*

I am sad.

This means no more updates from work, no more email (except my work address, which I'll get to in a minute), and most importantly, no more Bluebook posts.

*sigh*

Ironically enough, work has supplied me with an email address, so that I can get more work heaped on me by the managers.

If you really need to get in touch with me during the day, you can now email me at daphne dot brunelle at bnc dot ca. Congratulations, you now know my last name, if that was ever a concern for you. :P

Well, I guess this'll make an honest, if crazy, woman out of me. The internet has been the only thing keeping me sane at work these past few months.

*sigh*

Oh well. Nothing to be done about it. On the plus side, dear flist, at least you won't have to deal with my spam on a continual basis. :)


To console myself, I bought two litres of chocolate milk, and am now making a dent in my bottle of Bailey's.

Where the hell is Superman when you need him to rotate the Earth a little bit for you?

I promise I'll make a real update soon. Just not now. Right now I have a migraine and the office is going crazy. Or rather it's remaining crazy. The auditor is driving me batshit.

Next week L is on holiday, and I've just been informed that the CAM will be working from home. When the CAM works from home, it means three times more work for both L and me, but of course I'll be covering for L, which means I won't even have time to breathe next week.

Every time I clear something off my desk, three more tasks magically appear. It's getting discouraging.

I am way the hell behind on Beyond the Pale. Tonight I shall begin to catch up, supposing I'm still upright. Thought I would take a nap around 6:30pm yesterday, and woke up this morning at 6:30am when my alarm went off. I still feel like I haven't slept enough.

The weekend was marvelous, although due to a number of last-minute illnesses, the RWP was cancelled. Instead, there was much drinking and swimming in the pool, and barbecuing and a bonfire (with marshmallows, of course, and we made s'mores). I never knew what I was missing when I wasn't drinking Jack Daniels and Coke. Got very, very drunk, stayed up all night Saturday until the sun rose on the horizon. Found out I will never be a real writer because I didn't even think of writing while I was plastered, and I couldn't think straight while hungover.

I don't get headaches when I'm hung over. I get palpitations. It's not fun. Still worth it, though.

Watched fearsclave, whiskeygirl8 (I hope I got that right) who is, as fearsclave said, a pearl among women, and rotagar's brother jump out of a perfectly good airplane. Next year, I might have enough money to join them. Or else go visit whiskeygirl8 in Oklahoma. It sounds nice there.

Coming back to the city was probably the worst moment of the weekend. I'm really beginning to dislike the city, and as cities go, Montreal is definitely not the worst one to be in.