Morning thoughts.
I cannot get this song out of my mind. And I don't even KNOW all the lyrics, so I just end up humming the chorus over and over.
Christ almighty, that leather getup she's wearing. *knucklebite*
And after thirty seconds of link-hopping, it turns out that she's fantastic in this video, too. Beautiful woman, seriously powerful voice. Gyuh.
Moving on. >.>
I'm dog-sitting for Dad again. He phoned me up yesterday with an 'ACK, HELP' message because his trip got extended. It turned out to be a really good thing, actually; I caught up on about twelve hours of sleep, and I'm up in plenty of time to drive back home and walk to uni. It's almost six AM and I've washed my hair, had a shave and may or may not have borrowed Dad's aftershave, just to see, fed the dogs, tidied around, cooked eggs for breakfast, caught up with everything online, and now I'm posting.
*happy sigh* Early mornings are awesome. Especially when you feel well-rested.
Today I have two lectures, and also really need to get some presentation slides finished for Friday (they're due next Tuesday), and tweak the other presentation muphinmadness and I are giving tomorrow. I also need to do some laundry, tidy up my room, organize some paperwork, and go to the gym if I have time.
I talked to jbmcdragon yesterday -- we're still managing to get in touch most days, which is awesome -- and we ended up having this in-depth conversation about butch/femme that got cut off because her bluetooth ran out of juice. Just when it was getting interesting.
"Damn, damn, damn," I said, throwing the phone back onto its stand, because I love my girlfriend, and I love talking to my girlfriend, and I especially love talking about things we have a mutual interest in. Damn phones.
Have I mentioned we're at the 'I love you' stage, yet? She said it to me when she visited last time (said it BEFORE me, in fact, because she keeps out-braving me with relationship stuff), and I said it back, and now we're trading it at the end of every conversation. It's kind of brilliant and scary all at once -- mostly brilliant, though. I'm still getting used to it. *laughs*
It does help with the talking-thing, I've found, if I'm nervous about mentioning something, or I think I'm being insane, or whatever. She'll say 'I love you', and I'll think 'right!', and open my mouth. Basic reassurance, I guess.
ANYWAY. So we were having this butch/femme conversation that got cut off, and now I have butch/femme ideas rattling around in my head that I should write down soon.
And now it's 0610, so I should get a move on with driving home. ONWARD TO ADVENTURE.
Christ almighty, that leather getup she's wearing. *knucklebite*
And after thirty seconds of link-hopping, it turns out that she's fantastic in this video, too. Beautiful woman, seriously powerful voice. Gyuh.
Moving on. >.>
I'm dog-sitting for Dad again. He phoned me up yesterday with an 'ACK, HELP' message because his trip got extended. It turned out to be a really good thing, actually; I caught up on about twelve hours of sleep, and I'm up in plenty of time to drive back home and walk to uni. It's almost six AM and I've washed my hair, had a shave and may or may not have borrowed Dad's aftershave, just to see, fed the dogs, tidied around, cooked eggs for breakfast, caught up with everything online, and now I'm posting.
*happy sigh* Early mornings are awesome. Especially when you feel well-rested.
Today I have two lectures, and also really need to get some presentation slides finished for Friday (they're due next Tuesday), and tweak the other presentation muphinmadness and I are giving tomorrow. I also need to do some laundry, tidy up my room, organize some paperwork, and go to the gym if I have time.
I talked to jbmcdragon yesterday -- we're still managing to get in touch most days, which is awesome -- and we ended up having this in-depth conversation about butch/femme that got cut off because her bluetooth ran out of juice. Just when it was getting interesting.
"Damn, damn, damn," I said, throwing the phone back onto its stand, because I love my girlfriend, and I love talking to my girlfriend, and I especially love talking about things we have a mutual interest in. Damn phones.
Have I mentioned we're at the 'I love you' stage, yet? She said it to me when she visited last time (said it BEFORE me, in fact, because she keeps out-braving me with relationship stuff), and I said it back, and now we're trading it at the end of every conversation. It's kind of brilliant and scary all at once -- mostly brilliant, though. I'm still getting used to it. *laughs*
It does help with the talking-thing, I've found, if I'm nervous about mentioning something, or I think I'm being insane, or whatever. She'll say 'I love you', and I'll think 'right!', and open my mouth. Basic reassurance, I guess.
ANYWAY. So we were having this butch/femme conversation that got cut off, and now I have butch/femme ideas rattling around in my head that I should write down soon.
And now it's 0610, so I should get a move on with driving home. ONWARD TO ADVENTURE.