Observations from the Blah-A-Thon
Well, that's what it feels like right now. We've made it through the first half. The night is over. The sun is shining. The problem, though, is that we had to fulfill one of our animal instincts and that is to eat. We had to put food into our belly. In doing so, we have all become increasingly lethargic.
Ferrett has taken a seat on the couch, leaned the seat back, kicked his feet out, and has decided to "rest his eyes" for five minutes before he starts to work on his next post. Gini is slumped over leaning on her left arm trying to remember the name of a character from Buffy for her most recent post, but she is actually the most animated one of us all. Dmitri is up trying to get a more constant connection to the internet (he appears to have been sitting in a dead-ish zone of the wireless network). Melissa is still hard at work on the next episode of her comic, or maybe she's just staring at a blank screen...I can't really tell. I'm laying out on the floor, propped up by a big pillow, attempting to keep my eyes open long enough to finish typing this entry. Then maybe I'll wake up enough to entertain everyone to keep them awake.
Ferrett has taken a seat on the couch, leaned the seat back, kicked his feet out, and has decided to "rest his eyes" for five minutes before he starts to work on his next post. Gini is slumped over leaning on her left arm trying to remember the name of a character from Buffy for her most recent post, but she is actually the most animated one of us all. Dmitri is up trying to get a more constant connection to the internet (he appears to have been sitting in a dead-ish zone of the wireless network). Melissa is still hard at work on the next episode of her comic, or maybe she's just staring at a blank screen...I can't really tell. I'm laying out on the floor, propped up by a big pillow, attempting to keep my eyes open long enough to finish typing this entry. Then maybe I'll wake up enough to entertain everyone to keep them awake.