Daily Dose: Bleating Adorable

Sep 06, 2010 18:47

Our silly kitten is sitting in the kitchen window trying to coax the birds down from the hedge to the lawn to eat the yummy bird seed we put out there (in part so they don't spend all day eating stuff out of the garbage bins, but mostly so the cats can watch their favourite program), but hasn't figured out that the reason they won't come closer is because she keeps bleating at them like a miniature lamb.

Dawn's been baking up a storm lately, and has nearly perfected her kaiser bun recipe. We're goign to test out the new batch tonight with hamburgers. I'm kind of overdosing on carbs at present, and may have to start running around the block again to lose some bloody weight. As Denis Leary once put it: 'When I can't see my dick anymore, I put the fork down. That's the kind of relationship I have with my dick.'

Long weekend's almost over, and I'm still revising the plot outlines that won't resolve. Too stubborn for my own good. I should have just said 'fuckit' and started improvising madly by this point. Instead, I'm carefully going over every plot point to both reflect and refract points from the other three books. If that sounds like laser surgery, I'm not surprised. It feels like it.

Anyway, it's getting dark, so I suppose it's time to close the curtains and turn on some light. I hope my people are doing well tonight. Take care.

Lee.

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