I may have come home a wee bit tired....
Just woke up.
I remember coming home some time around 10pm.
I remember checking the delivery of a cashmere sweater (ah, it's here, just waiting the mailbox -- oh hey,
sarka, I got it).
I know I came downstairs thinking I should get some food (today I've had cookies, an apple, and some cheese, yes, that's all day), grabbed beer and almonds for now. Slumped onto the couch, clicked on a recording of Archer (which isn't as funny this season)...
... and blinked awake. At 3am. Some depressing Iranian movie was playing (a man yelled that the war hadn't benefited him, he had his tractor stolen, and didn't even qualify for insurance, then pathetically limped to the door and slammed it ... meanwhile a wife who was a former prostitute had to silently endure her husband marrying a second, younger wife ... wait, why was I staring at this? Iran sounds like a miserable place).
Whoa. Okay. May have been a weee bit tired. It was a long day.
Now, I must find something to eat. Maybe popcorn? Or a salad? Brie? Don't tell me I need real food. I know that.
ETA: Decision: brie. For ease and nutrition. :D And I was so tired, I forgot to kiss the kitties when I came home. (That's remedied and forgiven.)
ETA2: Wait, I remember now. I did eat.
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I remember coming home some time around 10pm.
I remember checking the delivery of a cashmere sweater (ah, it's here, just waiting the mailbox -- oh hey,
sarka, I got it).
I know I came downstairs thinking I should get some food (today I've had cookies, an apple, and some cheese, yes, that's all day), grabbed beer and almonds for now. Slumped onto the couch, clicked on a recording of Archer (which isn't as funny this season)...
... and blinked awake. At 3am. Some depressing Iranian movie was playing (a man yelled that the war hadn't benefited him, he had his tractor stolen, and didn't even qualify for insurance, then pathetically limped to the door and slammed it ... meanwhile a wife who was a former prostitute had to silently endure her husband marrying a second, younger wife ... wait, why was I staring at this? Iran sounds like a miserable place).
Whoa. Okay. May have been a weee bit tired. It was a long day.
Now, I must find something to eat. Maybe popcorn? Or a salad? Brie? Don't tell me I need real food. I know that.
ETA: Decision: brie. For ease and nutrition. :D And I was so tired, I forgot to kiss the kitties when I came home. (That's remedied and forgiven.)
ETA2: Wait, I remember now. I did eat.
Also posted at http://icarus.dreamwidth.org, comment wherever you please.