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Open Office and stuff
Nov. 20th, 2007 05:24 pmAm installing Open Office, mainly because I have heard that it will allow me to open .cwk files, which means I'll be able to work of a few stories that I never did quite finish. Also, Word has not been opening properly. Pretty much since I started using this laptop. It seems like something wasn't installed correctly, but it never mattered enough to make me *really* care.
Turkey Massacre is upon us! We will be having guests, which is lovely. The two out of state people are people we should see more often. I should also see the rest of you more often, and have been stupid degrees of homesick lately. Mainly for people, but thinking about home and what sort of things are there, well, they don't make it any better.
Things go beautifully with my sweet Crow, and all is ... about as perfect as anyone could ask. And more. I'm rather madly in love with him, which gets said about a lot of people, but there's something different about how this feels, and I can't define it. We're going east in the summer, to meet each other's families and see each other's homes. In a few weeks we're going to San Francisco. And he'll be at Turkey Day, as will his room mate, which will hopefully give her some idea that I'm not trying to take away her friend, and that I do (at least try to) like her. Sometimes it's easier than others, and sometimes harder. It's a sort of complex situation, and not one I'm wholly comfortable with, but I do at least understand it.
Sewing goes. Slowly. As ever. I should be working on that now, and am not, but frankly my fingers are bleeding a little and I don't want to push my luck on grey and ivory fabrics. Heh. Yet another not-goth hued show. Should get back to that though ...
Turkey Massacre is upon us! We will be having guests, which is lovely. The two out of state people are people we should see more often. I should also see the rest of you more often, and have been stupid degrees of homesick lately. Mainly for people, but thinking about home and what sort of things are there, well, they don't make it any better.
Things go beautifully with my sweet Crow, and all is ... about as perfect as anyone could ask. And more. I'm rather madly in love with him, which gets said about a lot of people, but there's something different about how this feels, and I can't define it. We're going east in the summer, to meet each other's families and see each other's homes. In a few weeks we're going to San Francisco. And he'll be at Turkey Day, as will his room mate, which will hopefully give her some idea that I'm not trying to take away her friend, and that I do (at least try to) like her. Sometimes it's easier than others, and sometimes harder. It's a sort of complex situation, and not one I'm wholly comfortable with, but I do at least understand it.
Sewing goes. Slowly. As ever. I should be working on that now, and am not, but frankly my fingers are bleeding a little and I don't want to push my luck on grey and ivory fabrics. Heh. Yet another not-goth hued show. Should get back to that though ...
