* ETA * I found my phone. Thanks to everyone who didn't call, and thanks to my sister who did 'cause I caught her on yahoo and made her.

Where did my phone go, praytell? I had it when I came home, and somewhere between my room and the porch, it disappeared. And should someone try to call, I might not be able to hear it, since I keep it on vibrate. Dammit. What if someone actually *did* try to call me?

Anywho, if anyone wants to give me a ring, and if I can actually hear my phone and can find it, I will reward you with a nice chunk of my very short evening via phone.

This is my busy week at work... month end close. Today wasn't so bad. I was actually caught up this month before it started, and only spent 9 hours at work, though I would have stayed longer if I hadn't had to run to the bank before closing. Tomorrow and Wednesday are going to be rough. I should in theory get 80-90% of my month-end invoicing tomorrow. Woot!

The day was really fun too, thanks to my neighbor. Not the bad neighbors, but the almost-as-bad neighbors... you know, Mr. Squeaky Bed and The Giggler. Mr SB loves to play his car racing video game at night, so I usually have to put in earplugs just to fall asleep. And at some point in the middle of the night, they start to hurt and I take them out. This is what happened at 3:20 this morning. And what did my aching ears hear? The sound of Mr. SB and The Giggler watching TV. So I pushed the foam pellets back in my aching ears... and could still hear the fucking TV. And this made me angry, and being angry made me not sleepy, and my ears were really sore, and so there was no sleep. I debated just giving up and staying up, but that was easier said than done, and I knew that I needed to get as much sleep as possible, even if I didn't fall asleep again until the sky grew lighter, as the case was. I would have gone next door and, as politely as I could manage at 4 in the morning, asked him to turn it off, but we have a relative of Anne's crashing on the floor in the living room, and that would totally have woken him up. "Hi! Welcome to America! I'm Anne's roommate, the one you've heard all those wonderful things about! Why are you sleeping at 4 in the morning??"

I pouted instead, and focused my anger into many imagined conversations and letters to him and to my landlord. I wrote tons of fanfic in my head as well, turned Monica into a slut of biblical proportions, then toned it down, turned a dull couch scene in one fic into something of substance, and then drifted off sometime around 5, I think. And then the alarm went off at 6 and I cursed my neighbors and my pounding head. Why do my neighbors all have to suck so much?

Gah, and where is my phone? I need to talk to someone about something -- the something being very particular, but the someone being anyone who is around. And Anne is out somewhere with her Swedish relative, and what if she called me to ask me to meet them for dinner or something? Dammit dammit dammit.

I'm gonna go eat ice cream, I guess, and drool over Scully and Reyes...

(Note to fa: I need an icon of Scully and Reyes. Not necessarily a Scully/Reyes icon, of course. Got anything that you're not using? Also: Cami. Totally a cami.)