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things working out in a low-energy state
Jul. 23rd, 2013 10:21 pmI'm listing slightly because my phone blew up at 0500 with automated texts from work. For better or worse, they weren't a false alarm. Upside: I had extra time to call Mom at an hour when I could be certain she'd be awake.
The demo for the absolutely minimally functional version of my eagerly awaited project didn't go off without a hitch, but it did go off. The database bone connected to the service bone, the service bone connected to the UI bone.
I wasn't thrilled about the lack of sleep because I was supposed to have a date with K tonight, but she postponed because she's still recovering from Critical, the local Burning Man event. She had a gazillion schedule & venue options for the next date, which I'm taking as a good sign. One of these options may be the Seattle Erotic Art Festival, which is a nice little segue into the next paragraph.
Instead of a romantic time with K, I hung out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
elspethdemina and peeled stickers off of bondage toys for her. My favorite sex toy merchant gives her all and then some for SEAF, which I applaud, but she had an unusual message for me: SEAF needs volunteers badly this year, worse than usual, especially for strike. I can't do it because I'll be dogsitting for sure that weekend and possibly there on a date. (Why dogsitting? Because Aspiring Ex and m'boy will be in California for a cousin's wedding.)
The demo for the absolutely minimally functional version of my eagerly awaited project didn't go off without a hitch, but it did go off. The database bone connected to the service bone, the service bone connected to the UI bone.
I wasn't thrilled about the lack of sleep because I was supposed to have a date with K tonight, but she postponed because she's still recovering from Critical, the local Burning Man event. She had a gazillion schedule & venue options for the next date, which I'm taking as a good sign. One of these options may be the Seattle Erotic Art Festival, which is a nice little segue into the next paragraph.
Instead of a romantic time with K, I hung out with
elspethdemina and peeled stickers off of bondage toys for her. My favorite sex toy merchant gives her all and then some for SEAF, which I applaud, but she had an unusual message for me: SEAF needs volunteers badly this year, worse than usual, especially for strike. I can't do it because I'll be dogsitting for sure that weekend and possibly there on a date. (Why dogsitting? Because Aspiring Ex and m'boy will be in California for a cousin's wedding.)
