Well, I'd ordered a book back in early January. Just got a notice is was out of stock and won't be reordered. The notice was printed or whatever in mid-January, according to the date on the sheet, but it wasn't mailed until last Friday. I was rather looking forward to it, too--a Steven Saylor book I've not read, yet.
It's snowing a good clip, here. Guess we're supposed to get another 2 to 4 inches--no big deal. Will make it harder to see the patches of ice on the sidewalks, tho'. Hurt my knee slightly, last night, slipping on some ice. It was warm enough yesterday to melt some snow--not a lot--now, instead of being just below the waist, it's just above the knees. But it left some slick ice in many places on the sidewalks, when the temperature dropped, last night.
The landlord's agent is showing the apartment tomorrow afternoon--have to make it a bit spiffier than it looks, at present. Oh joy, can I stand the excitement? I get to clean the apartment on my afternoon off!
A co-worker tells me I should "get a boyfriend." Yeah. With my looks? Ha! Not around here--besides, if you'd seen most of the guys in my building, and hanging around the local laundromat--you'd shudder, girls. Besides--haven't dated in over 10 years--and never really even been properly snogged, no that I think on it. No. No dating. I meant it when I said I give up. I mean, I don't see the point of going out with some guy--just to go out.
I mean, I want to be able to talk to the guy--or not talk, if we're really simpatico, to share, to...just enjoy each other's company--the problem: Almost every guy I've ever dated, either only wants to shag (and I can't), or, is showing me off to his ex, or is just dating to say he's dating. For many women, that's perfectly acceptable. For me, no. NMS--not my style. It's just not me. Now--find a guy who'll share the housework, and help me bring the groceries upstairs...eh, I'll think about it. 
Well, really bummed out over the notion that they'll be no more new Doctor Who for a while. It's the only real joy, I have anymore--aside from communicating with my internet friends, that is, and playing with the cats.
No Doctor Who. Well, Went years without it before--but, had other distractions, back then. Now...more repeats. Yahoo. Ain't life just grand. But, I guess if they have to, they have to. But two years seems a helluva long "holiday" to me.
God help those people who make Doctor Who-- if they ever had to live in my world--no offence to them, but they wouldn't last the week out. We work just as hard, and we don't get breaks. I've not had a holiday--a proper holiday, since January of 2004...not unless you count the couple of months last winter, when I was living in my unheated caravan in the dead of winter, jobless, virtually pennyless, reduced to living in one room--the only room my little electric fire would heat, in minus 20 C weather at times, without benefit of hot water. That was a a grand ol' "holiday," yessiree bob. I'd clearly rather face a dozen Daleks than do that again--ever. After that, I could eat Daleks for breakfast, ha-ha.
And, they're ending my other favourtie TV series, the American version of Queer Eye. That was a fun show. Those guys always managed to crack me up. And, sometimes gave me decorating ideas, in the bargain--not that I could take advantage of them, but, hey..I might win the lottery one day. Yeah, right...dream on.
Still, it's a good job I decided against the expense of getting cable television. I haven't had TV in a couple of years now, so not missing much--except when my friends discuss TV shows, and I'm clueless. Well...it's sort of that way with music and movies, too. I've not been to a movie in nearly a year and a half, and only just bought my first music CD in years, the other day. (When I say I'm isolated--I ain't kidding.)
I really like Queer Eye, though. The guys can be a bit..well, rude, sometimes--but they're so cute and funny, one can forgive them.
I'd hate to see what they'd say about me, and about this dumpy ol' apartment. Ouch!
