We're moving to the new building this weekend, so this is a day of much chaos and packing and people being confused. Omi goes to India tomorrow for three weeks, which only increases the confusion. Despite this all I am trying, in a lazy fashion, to write code. At 4pm they're shutting down the development server, at which point I plan to go to the library and see if they'll let me pay off my enormous two-year-old fine and take home bunches of books.

I had lunch at the nearby (but not after today) mexican place with Rachel, Vivek, Lisa (Business Development intern -- which in actuality means she does cold sales calls), Mary Kay (marketing person, also very into archaeology -- just back from a dig in South America a few weeks ago -- also an old friend of Lisa's, who reccomended her for the internship), and Jennifer (our admin and person of great brilliance, with two daughters (one sixish, one eightish) who appear in the late afternoons to hide under Omi's desk and torment him). I was pretty quiet, mostly out of shyness, but enjoyed listening to Lisa, whose stories about her cold calls are hysterical. I'll miss her sense of humor when she leaves to work on her master's, which happens sometime in the next month, I believe.

My loft bed (purchased from IKEA lo these many moons ago -- well, about five weeks) is nearly done! Only an hour of work left, if all goes well, and then I can start unpacking -- and a good thing too, as Rachel's birthday party is a week from this Sunday, and the living room needs to be clean for it.

Harold, being a most excellent friend, brought me Civ so that I may play it on Jim's laptop. He also gave me strict instructions that I am not to play so much Civ that I do poorly at work, as this would make Rachel angry at him, and anything which makes Rachel angry at him is to be avoided at all costs. I agreed that this was fair.

A Game of Thrones has truly bogged down. Things keep happening, but they do so in a rather chaotic fashion, with no real sense of direction behind it. Character viewpoints are picked up and dropped again, often without resolving the conflicts of the character involved. I spend the intervening chapters desperate to find out what happened, and then once I get there the problem has vanished, and only a few pages into the chapter do we find out what the resolution was. It seems a very passive way to move the plot along.

Despite that I'm still mostly enjoying it -- I do want to know what happens next. Jon Snow and Arya continue to intrigue me.

And ... it's library time! I plan to find Scales of Gold so that I may continue my abject worship of Dorothy Dunnett's writing.