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I finally got around to installing Quicken on my primary computer at home on Tuesday. I think it was Tuesday. I've had the disks lying about since borrowing it from my mother a couple months ago; I just hadn't gotten around to doing anything with it yet. I'd offer my opinion on the software, but when I say that I installed it, that's all I mean. Maybe tonight I'll get to try actually doing something with it.

Of course, that's assuming I have time after cleaning up. Andrea tells me that our assorted animals made something of a mess while we were at work today, so I'm going to get some carpet cleaner on the way home. I've been planning to have the carpets steam-cleaned (got a coupon for it in the mail that's good for a few months) now that they're finally debris-free enough to do so, but in the meantime, 'till money is a little better, I'll get by with a spot cleaning.

Andrea's been pretty sick recently. She was home from work Monday through Wednesday, and had been feeling off for several days before that too. She made it out of the house today, so I'm feeling better about her and not worrying so much.

In fact, she's feeling better enough to be looking forward to going out to the faire on Saturday, as am I. It sounds like there will be a number of people I'd like to get to know better there, including a couple I've never met before. I'm looking forward to getting my garb ready to go on Friday night. Until going out to the faire last weekend, I'd forgotten how out of place I feel there without appropriate attire.

We're meeting up with one of my co-workers there too; that would be M who I referred to in a previous entry. I like him; he's a sci-fi geek who's into hardware, so despite the fact that he's going to school to get an MBA, he can't be all bad, right?

Speaking of him going off to school, he left about fifty tickets in his queue for my team lead and I to split between ourselves since our third help desk guy is on vacation until Monday after next. I have forty-seven tickets in my queue to look forward to when I return to work tomorrow.

I will, of course, have plenty of time to devote to said tickets, since serinthia and I are going to be the only ones there for the day. My team lead is going to be in the Chicago office coordinating an expansion. I'd work with Serin a bit more on learning how to do a wider variety of things, but it seems kind of silly when they've decided not to keep her on past the end of next week. *sighs*

I know that I'm not going to have enough time to keep up with everything that's going to be coming through. I'm just going to try not to let it take over my life or stress me out too much.

I don't think I touched on going out to faire last weekend. Ended up in a fun group consisting of myself, serinthia, todd_riverden, and posicat. At various times, we met up with a few others as well, including rennie_frog, emrldgrrl, and datahawk.

Amongst the other fun that was had, that day, an amusing exchange took place involving Posi and the lass who was in charge of the pillow-fight game. After a few short bouts on top of the log, the game mistress indignantly exclaimed that, though Posi had been knocked off the log three times, she hadn't gotten off once. How inconsiderate! *giggles*

She encouraged me to come back later and play myself. In retrospect, I wonder if I was being flirted with? I've never been very good at telling, and I often think that I would just be flattering myself to think so.

I suppose that's an odd thing to say when you consider that that's part of what I'd like to do at faire. I love being flirted with, but doing so with people I don't know is difficult for various reasons. I would love to be able to approach a cute guy or girl working one of the booths and be verbally witty and playful. I just get nervous though. Partly it's because I'm worried that I'll embarrass myself by not recognizing whoever I'm talking to; I'd look like an ass if I spent ten or fifteen minutes in a conversation with someone and then had no idea who they were next time I met them. Maybe I should just concentrate on people who are distinctive enough that I know I'll recognize them. If I did that, I would at least know that I can't blame my nervousness on anything but me being nervous. For instance, there was the memorable looking fellow who I was enjoying watching work at one of the braiding booth. Not only does he look quite nice in garb, but he knows how to play with hair! emrldgrrl told me that he wouldn't object to the attention either. *grins*

But in the meantime, I have Friday to get through yet.

Wish me luck! I may need it.

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The heat and humidity are sucking my will to live. I feel like I'm living in a swamp.

The carpet is so damp that it feels like sticky mud. The cats peed on my truck title that I left on the stairs in a pile of stuff to put away and almost got Moira's signed copy of American Gods. The thickness of the air amplifies the smell of the littler box that I haven't felt quite up to dealing with yet. *grumps* I hope it's cooler this weekend. I know it won't be, but I can hope.