*refreshes flist madly*
I achieved sleep today! *is proud* I'm guessing it came to about eight hours, totalling it all up. In about 2-hour chunks, admittedly, but it's better than nothing.
Yesterday I helped paint queenspanky's new flat (specifically, misterspidergod's room). I was up on the top rung of the ladder and everything, painting those annoying little wooden alcove bits you sometimes get. It did my phobia of heights a world of good, although I was shaking like a leaf once I eventually got down. Still, I feel teh brave.
Unfortunately, I suspect that physical exertion+paint+poorly = broken, which is why I'm sat at home today, drinking tea and eating biscuits and frantically refreshing my flist in a vain attempt to find stuff I haven't read yet.
Also? Why oh why oh why was Carnivale cancelled? Why? Stupid HBO.
*consoles self with 'Deadwood'*
Yesterday I helped paint queenspanky's new flat (specifically, misterspidergod's room). I was up on the top rung of the ladder and everything, painting those annoying little wooden alcove bits you sometimes get. It did my phobia of heights a world of good, although I was shaking like a leaf once I eventually got down. Still, I feel teh brave.
Unfortunately, I suspect that physical exertion+paint+poorly = broken, which is why I'm sat at home today, drinking tea and eating biscuits and frantically refreshing my flist in a vain attempt to find stuff I haven't read yet.
Also? Why oh why oh why was Carnivale cancelled? Why? Stupid HBO.
*consoles self with 'Deadwood'*