danke schön

i needed that.
thanks to everyone who had something kind to say in reply to my last two posts. i really appreciate it, even though i believe i told you not to reply! that’s okay, i didn’t expect it, so i’m just glad you thought enough of me to take the time.
i had a wicked john cusack dream last night. so wicked, in fact, i tried desperately to get back to sleep so i could continue hugging and loving on him. *sigh* dreams are good.
i’m currently a wee bit preoccupied with worry about a small domestic issue. i was making my breakfast to bring to work (toast with peanut butter & strawberry jam) and my toast burned. horribly, horribly burned. there was a good foot of smoke hanging from the ceiling. i threw open the kitchen window and fanned the smoke towards it. i opened the bathroom window in hopes of getting cross-breeze, then i fanned some more. all this was in desperate hope to get the smoke outside before it reached the smoke detector in the main room.
i think i managed to clear it all out, but i was running late for work and had to shut the windows because it’s damn cold lately. my worry is that there was still enough smoke left inside that it will work its way to the smoke detector, set it off, alert my neighbours who will think my apartment is on fire because i’m not there to fan the lingering smoke away and they’ll call the fire department and i’ll show up at home tonight and all my neighbours will hate me because i’m a bad toast-maker.
*gasp*
i almost turned around and went back home to double-check. then i thought about firemen in my apartment and i worried because my vibrator is sitting on my desk, right out in the open. it’d be almost, but not quite as bad as the time my bathroom sink was leaking into my downstairs neighbour’s apartment and the caretakers had to go in to fix it and i was on the rag and the trash can had dirty pads in it. unwrapped dirty pads. i’m still embarassed about that.
anyway, i’m going to have to talk to my boss about either getting someone to help me with my current workload or arranging some overtime to get everything done i need to do. i think i’ll have to come in at least some time this weekend just to catch up. oh well, it’s not like i had other plans, right? although, i have this sick desire to go see the erotic hypnotist at the arts club theatre tomorrow night. i won’t be able to talk meg et al into going, so i’m safe.
so, yeah. thanks. y’all are sweet and very much too nice to me.