Miscellaneous.

At some point someone from IT is going to notice these illicit from-work logins and I'm going to be smacked, but for now I couldn't care less. I"m out of here in July, and it would take them that long to fire me.

I'm off to my counsellor's appointment in half an hour, which is good and bad. Good because I need it, bad because I've backslid horribly since my last session. Ah well, Rome wasn't built in a day and neither were stable personalities.

Good news - BRM's heading home to his folk's place tonight. Or at least that was the plan this morning. This afternoon he could have changed his mind... again.

And O Borther, Where Art Thou is a very good movie. Lots of anti-angst fun. :) And Buffy nearly killed me last night - "Tabula Rasa". Gotta love that Spike quote:

"Randy Giles? Why not call me Horny Giles and be done with it? Or "Dying For A Shag" Giles?"

*snickers some more* Good note to leave on.

Not with a bang or a whimper...

... but a note left on the kitchen bench and a blessedly unoccupied house. It seems that in the end BRM couldn't handle a long drawn-out goodbye seen either. Or maybe he was thinking of my feelings. Either way, he's gone, and my space is exactly that, my space.

I'm not sure how I'm feeling right now. I'm too tired to tell. *wry grin* All I know is that maybe now I can start sorting things out in my head again, after the jumble of the past two weeks. He'll be back at some point to pick up his stuff, but the initial move has been made, and there's no turning back. Because I won't let him. Ros was very adamant about that - it's time to look after myself.

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Happy thoughts, although I did sniffle a little opening my mail. Many thanks for the card, CJ - one to go up on my Wall O' Fame. *grins* And Hilly and Jen, many, mant thanks and hugs for the Christmas gifties. I'm ironing my work jacket tonight with the express intention of wearing the pin on my lapel at work tomorrow; I'll be digging out some leather cord for the pendant. And, joy of joys, another parcel waiting for me at the post office tomorrow. :) I don't now what I would do without you guys, and if I ever complain about feeling unloved again, you can dump me head first in a vat of peanut butter (which is probably worse for me than it sounds to you - I hate the stuff. *g*).

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Time to start moving forward again - I've been stalled for far too long.