I would like to go home now, sleep for an hour or so, read for a little while, then head back out to meet people for food and movie. Instead, I've three hours left at the office before I can go do the fun social stuff, and no personal time at all. I'm definitely going to have to claim tomorrow evening as Joanna Alone Time, because I can feel myself becoming irritable and distracted. I'm looking forward to tonight, because those people make up a large portion of my Comfort Zone, and it will certainly be good fun, but I'm really not wanting to be here right now. I'm unreasonably resenting the nice people with standard workday requests, and it would make me very happy to turn off the phone altogether. And, of course, it doesn't help that the onset of the cramps makes me wish that I could simply curl up into a ball and not move for awhile.
I'm sure it would help if I would stop watching the clock, but I don't see that happening any time soon.
Yesterday was a good day, a day of presents. My boss, for no real reason, bought me an entire chocolate cake, just because she saw it at the store and remembered that it was the kind I like. My contact at the public library spotted a new-arrival book that she knew I would want to read, and checked it out for me before it even hit the shelf. I gave her a little bottle of bubble bath that I'd picked up for her when I was treating myself to good-smelling things. The Tim provided banana bread muffins for all. There was music and Yahtzee (which I lost miserably), and retreat to the mildly-cooler billiard room. Rohini and I came up with the silliest/best change for Episode III, which can not possibly be as funny in print as it was to us last night, but I suppose I should share anyway.
See, we'd already agreed that as long as there were so many allusions to events/people from the original trilogy, George Lucas ought to have gone ahead and included little-boy versions of Han and Lando, wreaking havoc or cheating someone at cards. Last night, it was decided that the perfect people to play these two children were . . . Harrison Ford and Billy Dee Williams! Shrunk to child-size in the manner of the hobbits in Lord of the Rings! This led (naturally) to deciding that the babies in the birth scene should be replaced by teeny tiny shrunk-down Mark Hamill and Carrie Fisher . . . faces all scrunched up and crying theatrically. Oh, and once Ro pointed out that Harrison Ford would probably refuse to do it, we instead cast a person standing behind a cardboard cutout of Han Solo. Still shrunk to child proportions, of course.
If you know us, you probably know to what level of mirth we reduced ourselves. If you don't know us, you may well be confused. Don't feel bad.
Two and a half hours.