Random Like Dent*
I dreamt last night that I showed up to present my project to find that the judges were Two and Six. One of my panicked thoughts before moving on to the next dream (about walking around campus with Willow, Xander, and my [actual real life - I KNOW, shocking, right?!] friend Kat) was Oh, shit, I hope Troughton grades mine...
I finished Preludes & Nocturnes the other day. My birthday needs to come faster so I can order the next one. Also, I need to stop getting addicted to long, expensive series...es.
I ran across this editorial about Five. I certainly don't agree with the conclusions drawn, but the evidence presented is fairly solid.
Against my better judgement, I'm about to go make Davenports. It's just one of those days where I need Davenports, y'know?
Come to think, I should watch a Pirates movie tomorrow. Oh, yeah. That sounds good.
I have so much crocheting to do.
There was a point to me posting, I _know_ there was....
CANNOT WAIT until this project is done...
* Yes, I know full well I used this title for a Wobbly Bits entry. That was long enough ago that it was actually still Allegro con Brio at the time, though, so I doubt anyone besides me remembers that. But if you thought it sounded familiar, that's why. I usually try not to reuse things like that, but I really quite like the phrase. If I'm ever in a position to write an autobiography, that may well be the title. Unless I come up with something equally clever with the word "awkward" in first.