It's just a little habit I'd like to get into. Wrapping up the end of a day with an entry in the journal. I used to keep a blog, but that was to deal with my depression. If you can call it that. Mopeyness is probably more accurate.
I had a cool idea last night. I've just bought my first Warhammer 40,000 minatures - well, I say just I mean about a week ago - and I've been wondering what colours to paint them. I had the idea of doing them reddish/pink across the top (the carapace), purple across their bodies and their weapons blue. It's a great colour scheme on its own but with the added meanings it'll mean I can crack a smile as my violent, bloodthirsty creatures run across the battlefield, desperate to sink their teeth and claws into the enemy, are also bi and proud :)
I didn't get much done at work. I blame my new found LJ addiction entirely. Got to pull a long shift tomorrow, firstly to get the project finished in time and secondly because the in-laws are round and I can not be fucked with them right now. Having to keep the story straight about London is a lot more work than just staying at work a few extra hours.
The comment box idea has been a little infectious and I can see why now. I've had some really lovely comments made there that really made me smile. I left a few myself for other people. It's nice to be able to tell people things without the worry (or at least only marginal worry) that they won't know it's you and get all weird.
I'm looking forward to Thursday, should be nice to see all the BiCon crowd and remind myself it wasn't just an awesome dream sequence. Sucks about Nomad's kidney stones, crappy things always seem to happen to the best of people. Ah well, he seems to be doing better so hopefully he'll be able to make it and I can work out a drink I can buy him.
And finally it's looking like I might be going to Whitby with some pretty awesome people. This is a double whammy of feel-goodness as myself and miss_amaranth
recently got utterly fucked over by a group of people we used to think were our friends who went to Whitby on a day trip and deliberately didn't tell us. Sounds like there's a bit of drama kicking off in regards to the organising of the weekend itself but, frankly, as long as I can sit in a coffee shop and people watch with a few of the BiCon peeps I'll be happy.