I'm havin...

I'm having a sudden attack of I-love-my-life, which hasn't happened in the longest time. Reasons for this, in no particular order of importance:- I have washing-machineness again! About six weeks ago, I came home to a large empty space in the communal laundry where once had lived a washing machine. It wasn't actually mine, but was co-owned by my landlord, and my neighbour's landlord, so I wasn't out of pocket myself, but, god, laundromats are my personal hell. As was reinforced last Sunday morning when the skeezy and disgusting old man--the only other person in there--went across the street and brought back a whole roast chicken and chips. He then ripped half of it to pieces with his hands, before dismembering the rest of it with a large and filthy serrated knife he pulled from his bag. He didn't chew with his mouth closed, either. All before 10am. So it's a very sad thing you can't possibly be as happy about the new washing machine as I am, because, me? I am very happy.- My cat just purred so loudly he made himself sneeze. Ahem.- My accidental new job is working out well. My main boss S is a complete dag in the best possible way, and is involving me in everything. My other main boss J is also very nice, but is confounded at very idea of having a PA; he keeps asking 'But what do you want?' every time I walk into his office. Lunatic G is, well, a lunatic, and I'll be pleased when I don't have to babysit her as well as do my own job, but she does think I'm the bee's knees, so that's nice. Also, surprisingly, I'm doing a lot of editing and copy-writing, much more than I ever did at the Publishing Company of Pure Evil. T is still one of the coolest people ever, and I found out A is also Buffy & Angel fan, and the three of us have hugely involved, dialogue-quoting, arm-waving discussions about everything at least once a day. - It's a lovely evening with the first chill of autumn in the air, and I walked home past some of my favorite houses, and then down Brunswick Street, and watched all the freaks and weirdos and students and yuppies and artists and writerly types. I read all the new protest graffiti and posters, and I bought a beautiful green velvet scarf that I coveted all last winter, when I was too poor to afford it.- I have tomato soup and pesto toast for dinner, and I'm wearing new, cool jeans, and my oldest sweatshirt.- After disasterous taping week--forced to choose, I picked TWW over Buffy, only to get such bad reception that the tape is unwatchable, ditto with taping Angel the next night--I found out that I have friends who taped all three shows, and who, instead of just lending me the tapes, will invite me over for dinner before watching it all together. Friends rock.- The randomly generated default password for my email at work was Justin. I changed it to Lance, because JC was too short. This amuses me far too much.- Seriously, eleven entries? Who'd a thunk it. One day I might even master the art of the short and snappy post.