Hello, world

I'm having a weird day. Slept in a bit, not enough to actually be late for work but enough to be late for service. I had cake for lunch (which was not my fault), and now I'm at the office, which has been completely rearranged. I feel a bit like I'm in one of those funhouse things where the floor turns. Everything is different, and it's quite a strain on my poor old self to have to turn around and grab the phone with my left hand.

So unfair, I tell you. Life is hard.

In other news: I must finish my novel by tomorrow evening. It's long and novel-worthy, but it doesn't actually have an ending yet. This is the first time I've ever written a novel where I reached the word count before I had an ending. It's... weird. I'm not one for endings; I've written an absurd amount of unfinished stories/poems/songs, etc. And when I do manage to finish something, it breaks my heart, like I've just killed it or something. Weird.
Although I'm glad it's nearly over, since I'm just coming apart with ideas for more things.

I'm having a hard time typing right now, since my nerves are shot from playing this game.
Painful for someone who can type quickly without looking at the keyboard, yet types with four fingers instead of the correct ten.

I went to see 'Australia' on Thursday. Great fun, but very long. I expected it to be over at five different instances. (It reminded me of the style of movies from the 1940s, though, so that was cool.)

I spent a wonderful, geek-tastic, fangirly evening last night with Rebecca, watching about 5 hrs of Doctor Who in a row, from this episode (which was scary) to this episode (which was silly). I feel worn out now, strangely. It was awesome, nonetheless.
No, no: fantastic. ;-)

Now I must work. Someone has inadvertently created more work for me to do. Bah.