Yeah, I'm alive. But not kicking at all. Last week was an emotional roller coast, one of my best friends and co-worker quit the job, making me feel too lonely. She's almost of my age, we studied at same college, we used to come back home together by ferry boat everyday, we both love golden jewelry, she has one of the most contagious laughings I ever heard. I know it was the best solution to her problems, her boss wasn't trusting on her work abilities anymore thanks to too many gossips. It's such a shame that smart man gave attention to people who didn't like her, because as a librarian she was a great professional! Anyway she's really calmer now, she's absolutely sure she'd made the right thing. She'll start working again on August, and I'm happy for that, but sorry for me, for the other co-workers who also liked her a lot, and also for the place where we work, that lost a good employee.
On the other side my boss is appreciating a lot what I've been doing. And other directors too, last Thursday many of them complimented me for what I've been doing at museum. I just wanted the sick person who created so many problems to my friend was there to listen to that in personal. Anyway I know that woman knew about it later, and I'm sure she didn't like it. Bad for her.
Hum, it seems there are 130 entries on my friends list to be read, tons of messages to read and answer, fics to read and write feedback, my own fic (already edited by sweet tobyfan!) to post, fotologs to update, last night Queer as Folk episode to watch again (because I slept most part of time), etc. etc. etc. I'll be back soon, I hope so.