Boots!

Interview was fine and the agent was chatty, but once I got out, I was so tired, I nearly fell asleep on the train home several times. You know when the person in front of you is nodding off, and you see their head hit a certain point and jerk back up again? That was me on the train home today.

Lunch with saramund was fine, even thought she wasn't feeling too good. *pets* I don't think I'll be needing dinner tonight.

And, as the kicker: I have boots! Knee-high boots that fit, OMG! Since I have size 7 feet and small ankles, but big calves, it's impossible to find boots that fit! And I found boots! (Payless Shoes, George St, Wynyard!) Plus, I got the second pair half-price!

Here endeth the frivolous post for the day.

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Oh, except a notice for the people on the f-list who actually, you know, like sexy girls who kick ass Teyla Emmagen of SGA (I think there's maybe two of you out there. Okay, maybe three including sjhw_tolerance):

Sign-Ups for the Teyla ficathon end tomorrow.

What's a ficathon? You request a fic and you write a fic by a deadline. Six weeks to write 1000 words. (It's due at the end of June or something.)