Dec 27, 2011 20:39
I am bored. This is not unusual.
I am hungry. Also not unusual.
I would like someone to make me a cup of tea. Very common.
I need more space. A usual state of affairs.
I spent an excellent xmas weekend at Chez Dave & co, where there was carol singing (in Leighton Buzzard), a massive amount of food (cooked by me and Dave, including some excellent roast potatoes) and the usual amount of insanity that comes from that house.
I got some excellent presents, and everyone seemed pleased with what I got them, which is always a relief.
I'm trying to work out if my computer is making strange noises, or if I can hear the wooden wind chimes from down the garden. I'm not entirely sure which would be more disconcerting.
I have about a billion and one tabs open, I'm about a third of the way through the 7th Erikson book (nothing bad has happened yet, but the build up to bad things is certainly there) and today I got to meet my aunt's new puppy, who is adorable.
And I think on the grounds that my father is ignoring my psychic calls for tea (I tend to get ignored once I'm upstairs apart for when dinner is up or I need to be shouted at for some reason) I shall go and make myself some.
out in the sticks,
books