September 10th, 2008

cat-mike

Meme a day 2008-Day 254-Songs Of Your Graduation Year

Ganked from lieueitak

Here's the gig. Go to www.musicoutfitters.com. Type the year of your high school graduation [or first year, if still in high school] into the search function. Retrieve the Top 100 songs from that year. Strike through the songs you hate(d). Underline the songs you like(d). Bold the songs you love(d). Leave blank those you don't care about or don't remember. Annotate at will.

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More or less caught up. (LJ STUFF)

Except that lifein1973 is having a Ficathon so there's tons of fabulous looking stories with great prompts by a bunch of my favorite authors. It's going to take me A VERY LONG TIME to get around to reading them, but I'm going to do my damndest.

I haven't been able to look at fandomsecrets in over a week. :(
I'm so OCD about it, that I need to read each secret, make notes and then look through the comments to see if there's wankage about a secret that moves me one way or another.

And I still owe a few rants, top fives, and fan mixes.

But my LJ life is in better shape than it was yesterday.

I have a new TW fic written, but I haven't been able to get it all typed up and out to beta. I won't give away the pairing, but it's part of a organized conspiracy to show torchwoodslash that there is more to that title than YOU KNOW WHAT! I'm hoping there can be a consolidated attack so if you have a fic that's ready or close to ready to go and meets the criteria of being TW slashfic that doesn't include that pairing, get in touch with me.

My "Halloween" costume is getting weird...and dark...and bloody. Which is odd because it was supposed to be fluff or at least schmoopy for the pairing I hate most. Apparently I'm not as able to transcend hate and prejudice in the name of fic as I would have liked to believe, but yesterday's action proved that already.

Tired-Real life stuff.

Hubby called to tell me he was getting around (a little) with a walker today. They still don't have the right size crutches for him. I want him home as soon as possible. Mostly for selfish reasons. I'm getting really sick of going up to the Nursing Home every night after work, spending a few hours, then coming home and crashing. Never mind the damn cab fares, and you try getting a cab out in the avenues at 10PM.

Since my leeched high-speed has gone bye-bye for the time being, I can't get on line at night so I have to pick between going to the gym in the AM or getting to Cafe Petra for an hour before work.

Now that hubby is on the mend, I feel like I have to at least act like my head is in the game. I can't just coast any more. (At least not more than I usually do.) Between the hubby and the office move last week was more or less a loss, but I've been in on time every day this week and went to the gym this AM for 30 minutes on the treadmill.

Still fighting a lot of sugar cravings and not managing hunger well at all, which means I've slipped a little on the carbs and fats, but the sugar is my bottom line and I don't want to cross it right now.