some days you're the bug
On day two of a weather headache, fwee :( kitty does not approve at all.
On the plus side, I actually have time tonight to play video games, which means as soon as I finish catching up on general daily internetting, it is going to be time for some FF14.
Last night I came home with every intention of making vaguely fancy open-face sandwiches out of French bread, goat cheese, rotisserie chicken, and sauteed pears. I got as far as bringing home said bread, chicken, and raw pears and then I stood in the kitchen shoving a rotisserie chicken leg in my mouth because it was delicious and I was really hungry. (I ended up eating most of the pieces of the meal, just not in the configuration I had envisioned, and that's OK. It was tasty.)
I keep marveling at all this wide-open expanse of SPACE on my desk, though I know it can't last. Sooner or later I have to unpack the desk boxes, but for right now, wow, it's like I'm a grownup who keeps her desk clean. What madness wanders here?
I thought I had more to say but it seems that I do not. Cursed headache.
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On the plus side, I actually have time tonight to play video games, which means as soon as I finish catching up on general daily internetting, it is going to be time for some FF14.
Last night I came home with every intention of making vaguely fancy open-face sandwiches out of French bread, goat cheese, rotisserie chicken, and sauteed pears. I got as far as bringing home said bread, chicken, and raw pears and then I stood in the kitchen shoving a rotisserie chicken leg in my mouth because it was delicious and I was really hungry. (I ended up eating most of the pieces of the meal, just not in the configuration I had envisioned, and that's OK. It was tasty.)
I keep marveling at all this wide-open expanse of SPACE on my desk, though I know it can't last. Sooner or later I have to unpack the desk boxes, but for right now, wow, it's like I'm a grownup who keeps her desk clean. What madness wanders here?
I thought I had more to say but it seems that I do not. Cursed headache.
I've posted this at http://lassarina.dreamwidth.org/1098497.html and you may comment there or here. On Dreamwidth, this entry has
comments.