A Long-Expected Party

Well, interesting developments abound, and things are looking up as much as could be expected.

I managed to get more shopping done last night, and a little more prying, and indeed, I have struck office gossip gold. If I were the type to gloat, right now I'd be doing that "I know a see-cret" dance. One and one do seem, in fact, to add up to two.

Better yet, I don't have to sleep in the breakroom. This is quite nice on many, many levels, the least of which is because somebody might pull that hand-in-the-water trick if I stayed there. The best of it is, well...

I will clean up after myself, really. Socks picked up, seat put down, staying on the couch unless otherwise instructed. Small price to pay to not have to barricade myself in against the Barbarienne Horde, the Madwimmen of Chelsea and any other of the strange packs that my own personal Tinkerhell runs with. Not that I wouldn't be escaping if it was only her.

Speaking of Scary Pop-in, she blew in with the wind as scheduled. More on that later. She's working her dark tricks as we speak...