I feel silly, sitting in my computer chair with my laptop when the desktop is purring at me from less than a foot away. Whatever. I think more clearly when I type on a laptop keyboard. I do wish I could type faster though ( Read more... )

Sao came over this morning (by which I mean afternoon) and we made a metric fuckton of waffles. By which I mean, we made four waffles. We ate all of them too. Two of them had butterscotch chips, one had chocolate chips, and one had both. Upon Sao's request, we actually called Mr. Walsh and left a message on his machine about butterscotch ( Read more... )