Ugh. So sticky sweaty stuffy in here today
I need to clean again. And open some windows. But it's hot--damn hot!--out, and letting that in could just make it worse in here. I think I'm willing to risk it though. And sweeping. I need to sweep. I need a maid is what I need.
BWOS party last night was very fun. I got great boyfriends. I have pictures of my spead if anyone's interested :-) Came home, worked on DiH fic, talked to Tim til late, worked some more, went to sleep after two for about the fifth night running. Woke up still tired today. Now I need to walk up to the store and get some water (my tap water is usually okay, but this last week it's been gross) and some Diet Coke and some shampoo (urgent, urgent, you have none left and you have goop in your hair from getting gussied up last night) and do something about the floors here and then work more on DiH stuff.
Back later to regale you with more thrilling details like the above.
P.S. The first half or so of the second season of The O.C. was so good. What happened midway through? We hit Christmakkah and it all went down hill. I blame that silly comic book plot. Not that I'm watching that show for hours on end when I should be sweeping. Because I'm not.
ETA:
Top row from left: Gene Kelly (with Bonus note not pictured but allowing for Donald O'Connor as well); Billy Boyd; Horatio Hornblower in the world's best/worst crotch shot; Humphrey Bogart. Middle row: Batman; Billy, Elijah, Dom fourway; Elijah Wood. Bottom row: Billionaire Bruce Wayne (and his Telegram and Travel/Protege cards); Christian Bale (who wrote me a poem ending with the line "Eternity pounding in our honey'd bed"). I had to steal Christian away from Lynn, who drew him early on in the game and was not appreciating him properly. I traded her Prince Charles, Obi Wan, and Paul McCartney. She retired to a yacht with a Beatles grand slam.
BWOS party last night was very fun. I got great boyfriends. I have pictures of my spead if anyone's interested :-) Came home, worked on DiH fic, talked to Tim til late, worked some more, went to sleep after two for about the fifth night running. Woke up still tired today. Now I need to walk up to the store and get some water (my tap water is usually okay, but this last week it's been gross) and some Diet Coke and some shampoo (urgent, urgent, you have none left and you have goop in your hair from getting gussied up last night) and do something about the floors here and then work more on DiH stuff.
Back later to regale you with more thrilling details like the above.
P.S. The first half or so of the second season of The O.C. was so good. What happened midway through? We hit Christmakkah and it all went down hill. I blame that silly comic book plot. Not that I'm watching that show for hours on end when I should be sweeping. Because I'm not.
ETA:
Top row from left: Gene Kelly (with Bonus note not pictured but allowing for Donald O'Connor as well); Billy Boyd; Horatio Hornblower in the world's best/worst crotch shot; Humphrey Bogart. Middle row: Batman; Billy, Elijah, Dom fourway; Elijah Wood. Bottom row: Billionaire Bruce Wayne (and his Telegram and Travel/Protege cards); Christian Bale (who wrote me a poem ending with the line "Eternity pounding in our honey'd bed"). I had to steal Christian away from Lynn, who drew him early on in the game and was not appreciating him properly. I traded her Prince Charles, Obi Wan, and Paul McCartney. She retired to a yacht with a Beatles grand slam.