Zwilight Zone of Zime
It's 1:50AM on Sunday November 4th, 2007, and there will be only one more time I'll ever be able to say that (one hour from now). Renee is working on my PC,
ladyofglass is telling me about the people in her life, and Sarah Jane (bunny rabbit) is eating poop.
Nobody ate the Halloween gingerbread house we all three aforementioned humans made for the Circle of Janus Procrastinators Halloween party this evening. It suffered from the awful dilemma of gingerbread house construction: nobody is quite sure if it's edible (and even eating a piece doesn't really resolve the question, does it?).
It's now 1:04AM. This blog entry has taken negative forty-six minutes to write, thanks to the magic that is Daylight Saving Time. I celebrate my extra hour.
ladyofglass is telling me about the people in her life, and Sarah Jane (bunny rabbit) is eating poop.
Nobody ate the Halloween gingerbread house we all three aforementioned humans made for the Circle of Janus Procrastinators Halloween party this evening. It suffered from the awful dilemma of gingerbread house construction: nobody is quite sure if it's edible (and even eating a piece doesn't really resolve the question, does it?).
It's now 1:04AM. This blog entry has taken negative forty-six minutes to write, thanks to the magic that is Daylight Saving Time. I celebrate my extra hour.