dreamy and steamy

My boss asked me to reconstruct the photo shoot planning to use as ammo with the client to get more money. So I went through my notes and my emails and so am freshly outraged about the client / boss slamming me for costs. Dude, I had TWO shoots where I had to reschedule photography itineraries more than 3 times (I mean, changing airline tickets more than 3x. The actual shoots got flipped around more than I can count). Wonder why it ended up costing so much? Maybe because their employees couldn't narrow a window on the time frame more than 24 hours in advance, and even then kept pushing it back.

Anyway, I'm supposed to write up a memo, and the research for it has me so riled up I can't write the actual email. Plus my brain hurts from figuring out dates and trying to remember everything that happened.

Sigh.

Anyway, it's dreary and rainy and I'd rather not be here anyway.

I had a nice weekend. A sickeningly lazy weekend, but nice. I seriously couldn't get my act together to get anything done, and my house needs some loooove. I have to get it together so I can get a roommate. (I'm aiming for April 1, by the way. Everyone keep an ear out for anyone who wants to move in with me. I'm cool (well, something like that)! The house is cool!)

And how good is Grey's Anatomy? I love that show SO MUCH. How much? Well, last night I watched it live — I actually sat through commercials. And y'all: even if the show wasn't excellent I'd watch it for the eye candy: damn, there are some yummy men on this show. McDreamy's, well, dreamy, Burke is tasty (the dance scene last night was hysterical), our new McSteamy: dude, KEEP that shirt off. And even George is getting delectible: those eyes! I can't believe how cute he's getting. He needs to stay away from Meh, though.

(Aside: I guess I'm living out Izzy's "You know when you don't have sex for a long time you kind of forget how much you need it?" thing. I am a damn sex camel, and I'm into a long-ass drought.)

Speaking of no sex, I'm going to H's tonight for dinner and to check on Eepie. And I found out another nice thing about living separately: he and I had a big fight Saturday on the phone. When we lived together I'd always give in to the silent treatment. This time, it was very easy not to do the smoothing-things-over thing when I didn't have to see him, and today he wrote with an apology. So, yay! I win! (kidding, slightly)