Squee?

I'm feeling rather giddy, in about a fifteen year old sort of way.

(internally, that is.)

I'm also trying to not spill it, for fear of jinxing it. And because a little part of me always gets a little cyincal and suspicious, and if I keep my shit under wraps, when it eventually goes stupid, I don't look like a total shite.

But really? I'm working on telling that cynical bitch to go fuck herself so the rest of us can... well... whatever.

Also: Any of the talented people out there who read this know if it's possible to convert a .pdf BACK into a word document? I'm working with a full version of Acrobat, so I can* make them, and do all that fun stuff. I've just never been asked to convert back to word. And I really don't want to tarnish my god-like reputation (not just mine- apparently everyone in that office is perceived to be superhuman- copier jams? We're on it. Need a presentation? We're all up in that. Want someone killed? We know the people, and the prices. Unofficially, of course.) so, I don't want to go wreckin' the image.

Neidermyer- you back from Boston yet?
MWN- Do you still tread the earth?
Stephee- 'sup?
GA- How's Bawlmurr?
Parce- you didn't flee to Mexico, did you?
AJ- Still in shock over the swankiness?
And y'all, the ones who read but don't comment- why not say hello?