So I spent like an hour cooking a really nice chicken-wok kinda meal, nice fresh veggies and a lot of slicin' and dicin' and so on. Enough for tomorrow, even. And then I sat down and ate it in, oh, about four minutes in front of The Simpsons... Yeah, see, this is why I need a kid. Eating alone just takes all the fun out of proper cooking.
I like living alone except for the whole eating alone thingie. Baah!
Oh, and
leksa will be happy to know that I now have a big(ger) kitchen table and four new chairs so next time she comes over she won't have to sit on the floor to eat. I plan to have this place painted and decorated by xmas. The big question is: should I invite the neighbours to the moving-in party?
This ALSO means I can move the computer out of the kitchen.
Please tell me I can do the dishes tomorrow and sit down and write for a couple of hours? I have an original short I need to finish by next week, and then a short Ginny!fic, a long Minerva!fic, and the AU I'm writing with She Who Shall Not Be Named. Aaaah well fanfic, only in my head these days. But maybe I can actually post something this year. Or not.
Almost finished Jonathan Strange, the novel I thought of as Dickens sans the good bits for a long time. It picked up speed in the second part (of 3) and now I'm liking it a lot. I have a plotbunny for that book too! I really like the magic, and the bit about switching a person for a tree trunk is fab. Fab!