I got my carnivorous plants in the mail! I am stupendously excited about this. I probably won't even take them to work so that part of the plan is boned. But it's mostly because I like the idea of having them on my window sill in my room, which (it just so turns out) is perfect light levels for a terrarium of carnivorous plants. And we have actual flying bugs to be carnivored by the plants. And besides, there's always a chance I'll come home and find Zam with her nose stuck in the flytrap, which would be bloody brilliant. (Oh, let me dream.) Yay meat eating: it's a personal statement that is both for and against veganism, all in one little plastic container!

Today was a fucking awful day at work. I've been working on a long-term project involving a certain terminology switch in my company's official name, which has to now be ferreted into every single e-learning course and learning system I work with. After spending the whole day on this (and this day only the latest of uncounted dozens such days) I discovered that a technical glitch had resulted in a bunch of my prior work being overwritten by uncorrected materials. It's okay, because I now live in a world where vast systems are in place to protect against any permanence of such a goof, but it still resulted in that horrible moment where I actually thought I was going insane, as though I'd spent a day slogging coal from one side of the yard to the other only to find, at the end of the day, that the pile was back where it started from. So there was very nearly a VCR 11 at my office this afternoon at 4:45, only involving a computer system and a seventh-storey window. And a lot more swearing.

But then I went and saw Helen Anderson and she totally cheered me up. She even made pie although I didn't eat any of it because it was apple. Helen Anderson is someone I went to high school with and who I completely lost touch with for like the last ten years. Then we ran into each other at a Timothy's in November and we're back to being friends. Today we sat on a patio and had beer and chicken wings and argued about bus ethics vis a vis putting your bag on the seat next to you to preserve your chances at some personal space. And whether or not it would ever really be possible to pull off the Seven Deadly Sins Parties in a way that would actually be meaningful. And by the time I left I was like, "Man, I am totally cheered up by this. The things that were bothering me before aren't even in my head at all right now." So that's valuable.

I left negative feedback on an Ebay seller today, for the first time in the over 7 years I've been trading on the site. It was, sadly, quite anti-climactic. I expected sirens.