State of the Seanan.
Voice? We don't need no stinkin' voice. I currently do most of my communication through interpretive dance, resorting to low whispering only when the situation really demands it. Fortunately, touching your throat, smiling, and shaking your head in a firm 'no' gets the idea across to all but the densest individuals. My co-workers find my sudden, enforced silence deeply ironic, and I'm still too tired to unleash my wrath upon them.
Sleep? Oh, yes, there was sweet, sweet sleep. Nearly too much sweet, sweet sleep, since I took my NyQuil in the living room, without pausing to ask myself the vital question of 'how long will it take me to reach my bedroom vs. how long will it take for the giant Q to bonk me on the back of the head'. (The Q bonked. I managed to stagger into my bedroom anyway, for which my back is eternally grateful. My alarm was less shocking, but no less unwelcome, this morning.
Media geekishness? I looooooooved last night's Veronica Mars, and want to hit the hiatus with sticks. More on this later, after I finish recapping Tuesday's Supernatural. I need more Winchester brothers icons. Does anyone know whether The O.C. comes off hiatus this week? Not that I'll watch it live either way, but I need to know whether I'm triggering my BitTorrent in the morning. Ah, sweet, sweet BitTorrent.
Exercise? Chris took my DDR pad home to Santa Cruz, so right now, I'm walking and bonding with Richard Simmons. Since I get antsy when I'm sick, and antsiness on the part of the Seanan tends to translate itself into bouncing around like a cheetah on crack, there's a lot of bonding going on. Be glad you don't live with me.
Cousins? Victor is sending me pumpkin gingerbread and rules forever, above all other cousins. Lo, so it hath been stated.
Wardrobe? I am wearing a stretchy blue shirt I inherited from Kate. I love Kate.
What's new with all of you?
Sleep? Oh, yes, there was sweet, sweet sleep. Nearly too much sweet, sweet sleep, since I took my NyQuil in the living room, without pausing to ask myself the vital question of 'how long will it take me to reach my bedroom vs. how long will it take for the giant Q to bonk me on the back of the head'. (The Q bonked. I managed to stagger into my bedroom anyway, for which my back is eternally grateful. My alarm was less shocking, but no less unwelcome, this morning.
Media geekishness? I looooooooved last night's Veronica Mars, and want to hit the hiatus with sticks. More on this later, after I finish recapping Tuesday's Supernatural. I need more Winchester brothers icons. Does anyone know whether The O.C. comes off hiatus this week? Not that I'll watch it live either way, but I need to know whether I'm triggering my BitTorrent in the morning. Ah, sweet, sweet BitTorrent.
Exercise? Chris took my DDR pad home to Santa Cruz, so right now, I'm walking and bonding with Richard Simmons. Since I get antsy when I'm sick, and antsiness on the part of the Seanan tends to translate itself into bouncing around like a cheetah on crack, there's a lot of bonding going on. Be glad you don't live with me.
Cousins? Victor is sending me pumpkin gingerbread and rules forever, above all other cousins. Lo, so it hath been stated.
Wardrobe? I am wearing a stretchy blue shirt I inherited from Kate. I love Kate.
What's new with all of you?