I brought some chips, baklava, and cookies. This was apparently a good thing - they disappeared fairly rapidly. However, shortly after that
I wasn't in the most social of moods last night. I mean, yeah, I talked to several people, I had a good time, I laughed, I almost survived Jeff's first attempt at absinthe - but I kept feeling detached. I spent the end of the night on
Ah well. After I got home, around 2am, I discovered one of the reasons Frida's depressed: I got an email from Stuart in Houston. He had a problem with the program I'd been using. I was fortunately able to fix his problem (Yay me!), so he could get at least 5 hours of sleep before starting again in the morning. Poor guy. They're running him ragged on this present project, and he's a committed enough type to let them.
Today I got up in time to do lunch with
From there I headed to the county offices, and filed my DBA form. Then to my bank to deposit a check and try to open a business account - except I can't until the relevant person comes back on Monday (It's a very small branch of a small credit union, but they've always done right by me). So that's on hold.
Then down to the Alameda to the offices of one of the various "newspapers of record" (Read: Papers you've never heard of) to publish my DBA information, as required. Then some shopping, and some standing around the garden section of Home Depot trying to converse over LJ with
Now all I need to do is open the new bills from PG&E and the water company, and see what the damages are - I think these are third notices, so I may have to go in tomorrow to handle them...
Flake? Hell yeah!