Under Sea Garden

Butter on my toast this morning. Not a bad thing, per se, but... yeah. Healthy eat is me.

Killing a few minutes before a HUGE all day meeting here at the Place Of Work. I'm excited, and it shouldn't actually go all day, but it will mean getting to leave the building for lunch and possibly even finally getting started on the job I was hired to do. Funny how sometimes those things work out.

There are things weighing on my mind, however. Namely campfuckudie. Didn't get my app in for this most recent round because my canon makes Weiss look all reasonable and easy to follow. In any case, there will be more research and NEXT TIME I will emerge triumphant. Or at least done on time.

Thing is? I'm not so sure I should be allowed to play there. 'Cause as it is I think it's warping my brain. ...I keep having dreams about camp. Like two nights ago when I discovered the REAL reason that CFUD is so successful. It's not actually a crack RP comm. No, it's a secret spy communications hub. I know! I was totally not surprised either! The best of it though, was that some of the players who's crack pairing we love the best... well, CFUD is the only way they have to expressing their cross-national love for each other. And what do you think Dumbledore's candy is really about, hmm?

...man. I should not be bunnied by the sudden urge to make that crazy concept make sense.
Right. Going to go and learn all about the set up and installation of HR systems software now.

...and not think about ninja spies at aaaaall.
Eh heh.