The office move OFFICIALLY sucks now

Someone came by last night and removed a bunch of stuff from my office. This includes my wastebasket, half a box of Girl Scout Cookies which would have been my breakfast, and a pad of paper and pen that I'd deliberately left out to continue working this morning. A whole bunch of notes on the front of that pad are going to be very hard to duplicate; I've lost several hours' work. Plus breakfast. Plus my favorite pen. I don't even know what else I'm missing.

I have zero motivation to do anything productive today. I'm just furious.

Friday Five

stolen from kimatha

1. What's the most romantic thing you've ever done for someone else?
This would have to be a long time ago; I used to be much more romantic than I am now. The most romantic involves prurient details so I'll omit it. I once bought Rob a stuffed satin heart with hands sticking out of it and the words "I love you THIIIIIIIS much" in French. (Couldn't help it, I was in France.) I also moved to California (from either Paris or Boston depending how you count) for him, but that wasn't romance, that was not being all that attached to where I lived.

2. What are your erogenous zones?
The magical spot just a little to the back of where my neck meets my shoulder. Under my chin (this one is learned, and no, no story will be given). Inner thighs. Plus all the usual.

3. How old were you the first time you had sex? Care to expound?
Sixteen. It sucked, but I had really really wanted to do it, so I have no regrets.

4. What's the most unusual place you've ever had sex?
The Appalachian Trail? Nah... OK! In the snow, out by the lake, New Year's Eve. Gawd but that was cold.

5. Do you have plans for Valentine's Day or is it just another Thursday?
No plans yet; it'll be interesting to try to make some. I'm calling that evening.