Who Am I? Where Are My Pants?!
Hazily awake in the middle of the night, trying to get sleepy enough that I'll drop back off despite Jameson's very weird snoring (he's wearing a nose strip. And snoring like an animal with a blowhole, somehow. Like, *inhale noise* *pause* *WHOOSHING AIR WITH FAINT WHISTLING*). Wandering house in vague way, feeding cats, poking my tonsils (there's a stone in there I can feel AND see, but can't reach, fucking fuck it). Did some desultory searching on Ebay for fancypants Ken dolls (as I am wont to do). Zzuhhh...
Have been reading a lot, last few days. Unfortunately, not a lot of anything good. Kept giving particular anthology a chance, regret it now. However, used bookstore might buy it! Have also been doing much, much, much cleaning. And still, PEOPLE INSIST ON EATING AND CREATING MORE DISHES. Is it asking too much that they stop preparing food? I think that is entirely reasonable! Also working on sekkrit project dolls, always fun.
Not writing, which is problem that needs to be addressed. Somehow.
TONSIL STONE I KNOW YOU'RE THERE. I'M COMING FOR YOU.
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Have been reading a lot, last few days. Unfortunately, not a lot of anything good. Kept giving particular anthology a chance, regret it now. However, used bookstore might buy it! Have also been doing much, much, much cleaning. And still, PEOPLE INSIST ON EATING AND CREATING MORE DISHES. Is it asking too much that they stop preparing food? I think that is entirely reasonable! Also working on sekkrit project dolls, always fun.
Not writing, which is problem that needs to be addressed. Somehow.
TONSIL STONE I KNOW YOU'RE THERE. I'M COMING FOR YOU.
This entry was originally posted at http://revena.dreamwidth.org/495163.html. You can comment either here or there.
comments at DreamWidth.