Triumphs

The electricians have come and fixed the light that was making the incredibly irritating intermittant buzzing sound! Hurrah!

The on-going temperature war in my office between the people who are freezing (the side I'm on) and the people who complain on a daily basis about how hot and stuffy it is and demand that we all agree with them is currently being lost by my side. It's quite chilly in here. And my lovely new stripey blouse with the awesome pseudo-Victorian sleeves (an indication that steampunk's hit mainstream if I've ever seen one) really can't be worn to full effect with a jacket. But through cunning use of undergarments and vests, I have defeated the cold! Ha ha! (Well, mostly. My hands are still cold, but that can't be helped. I'm not wearing gloves in the office. But my core temperature seems to be ok, and that's the part that's important for being able to work.)

I love you, Pandora

While I find Lady Gaga amusing, after two hours of having "Poker Face" running through my head, I was desperate for anything else. A lovely Pandora station built around Prokofiev's Love for Three Oranges has saved me from trying to slit my wrists with the hole punch (an ambitious endeavor, to be sure). Relatively tranquil neo-romantic and modern orchestral music is gentle enough that I can work, complex enough to keep demons (Maah maah maah MAAAAH) safely at bay.