Still here? Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
2010 is off to a less than wonderful start, for me. First, that gold necklace and the jade pendant are still missing. I have a horrible feeling that they aren’t hidden by the clothes strewn across my bedroom floor, or under a piece of furniture, or lurking between the sofa cushions. I think they may be gone forever, which makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry because (1) the jade was from my paternal grandmother, (2) the necklace likely had belonged to my mother, (3) they were beautiful, and (4) they were probably valuable. I mean, we’re not talking the Hope Diamond or the crown jewels, but that was a nice piece of jade. What really drives me nuts is the possibility that the image of the necklace falling into the bathroom wastebasket may be a memory, and not just something my brain created to torture me with. Which begs the question, WHY THE EVERLASTING HELL WOULD I NOT HAVE FISHED IT OUT IMMEDIATELY?!? So, yeah, I’m slowly going nuts over that, and I’m also afraid to walk around my apartment in case I hear a crack and discover that oh, it was here after all.
In other news, this is my first day — or rather, night — at the office since I went on vacation, and my “welcome back” assignment was to proofread with my least favorite reading partner. Her pacing is weird, she drones, she is easily distracted yet always sits in the most heavily trafficked area, she asks if it’s okay for her to do things that she has already started doing without waiting for an answer...if there were an office betting pool, I’d pick her for Most Likely to Get Stabbed When One of Us Snaps.
And finally, I’m sick again. Or possibly some more.
Can I fast-forward to spring? Pretty please?
(Okay, there has been one bright spot: Guy Ritchie’s Sherlock Holmes. Not a deathless classic but a fun 2+ hours, and I foresee an upsurge in Holmesian slash fic. I will write more on this topic later.)