It's really a kind of lame super-power.
I. Made. Breakfast!
Than I watched Batman. Is there anything more nostalgically awesome than that speech? You know the one.
I am vengeance! I am the night! I! Am! Batman!
All while hanging off an out off control zeppelin and talking to fevered hullucinations. Awesome.
Back to breakfast. I scrambled eggs! Without any help, neither. And I put cheese and ham in them. And toast. Well, less in than near by. And pomegranate juice, which was also not in the eggs until after they were in me. I'm not really sure why I feel the need to put this down.
So, I bet someone is wondering why there isn't fic. It's because I'm an airhead, and always think I'm going to have time on Friday to do things. I should know by now that that is errand day, ie the day I spend in the car with Mom. Which means that despite staying up until 1am, I did not finish. Also, Jason was in a sulk, and so will not be in this one. It also means that as soon as I woke up this morning, he wanted to talk. At great length about Tim's ass, which is apparently a masterwork. Silly boy.
On an even better note, I still have nothing for tonight's game, other than my standard sketchy plot points. The problem here, I think, is that my characters (In a prose sense, not a D&D one) are all me, and so I know what the hell they're doing. Trying to work with Papa, on the other hand, is like arm wrestling with a squid. I might pin down one arm, but the other five are going to come out of nowhere and beat me stupid.
Than I watched Batman. Is there anything more nostalgically awesome than that speech? You know the one.
I am vengeance! I am the night! I! Am! Batman!
All while hanging off an out off control zeppelin and talking to fevered hullucinations. Awesome.
Back to breakfast. I scrambled eggs! Without any help, neither. And I put cheese and ham in them. And toast. Well, less in than near by. And pomegranate juice, which was also not in the eggs until after they were in me. I'm not really sure why I feel the need to put this down.
So, I bet someone is wondering why there isn't fic. It's because I'm an airhead, and always think I'm going to have time on Friday to do things. I should know by now that that is errand day, ie the day I spend in the car with Mom. Which means that despite staying up until 1am, I did not finish. Also, Jason was in a sulk, and so will not be in this one. It also means that as soon as I woke up this morning, he wanted to talk. At great length about Tim's ass, which is apparently a masterwork. Silly boy.
On an even better note, I still have nothing for tonight's game, other than my standard sketchy plot points. The problem here, I think, is that my characters (In a prose sense, not a D&D one) are all me, and so I know what the hell they're doing. Trying to work with Papa, on the other hand, is like arm wrestling with a squid. I might pin down one arm, but the other five are going to come out of nowhere and beat me stupid.