Am currently suffocating beneath the obscenely large queue of work that built up during last week's
Am currently suffocating beneath the obscenely large queue of work that built up during last week's absence, hence recent LJ silence. Seriously, "overwhelmed" couldn't even begin to cover it. Cue white flag of occupational surrender and maybe a few screams here and there for dramatic purposes...Have purged most of my biological demons, thanks to some hard-core antibiotics, and - spare the Joplin-esque edge to my voice - could actually pass as "healthy" these days. Sadly, Nathan Scott Phillips appears to have caught his own feline version of a cold and has been very lethargic this week. Poor baby.Present work-load and husky man-voice aside, life is beautiful. Lifted my ban on D.C. weekends long enough to toss on a vintage go-go dress and hit a house party in D.C. with Nina and Co. on Saturday night, abandoning it around 3:30a in favor of meeting Jon at his house. (The actual holiday itself was fairly low-key and spent at Nice!Eric's apartment, eating lasagna and watching Weird Science with a few other folk. Far more ideal for a Monday night.)And Jon. Mmm. Was intent on approaching that situation with uncharacteristic restraint - (safeguarding my beleaguered heart and all that) - but cautious approaches have never been my fort, especially when dealing with persons most fabulous. The Jon and I fit together perfectly (more perfectly than with anyone in my past) (absolutely no disrespect to them; its simply a matter of Rachel-compatibility) and when not tormenting myself with the knowledge that I am a crazy bitch who makes boys fall out of love with her seemingly overnight (references available upon request) I am the happiest damn thing on the East Coast. This past weekend, he told me that I am the embodiment of everything that hes been looking for in a girl, and that hes very rapidly falling in love. Holy shit! And - also - woo-hoo!So much more to say, so little time to say it in. Goddamn, will this week ever end?