Also I somehow spilled coffee onto five surfaces in one go today, IDEK.
I'm too crotchety/fidgety to sleep. :/ No way this isn't going to come back to bite me when I have to be at work in less than seven hours, sigh.
Yesterday was pretty good, however (no self do not start putting your conjunctions into Latin you enormous loser) -- team Auckland had kind of a combination L-has-finished-his-thesis (complete with us periodically having to wrestle him away from formatting tweaks) and stickmarionette-has-finished-doing-bar-exam-stuff celebration, which mostly featured L planning to make us all drink a lot and what turned out to actually be us piling a bunch of alcohol onto the countertops and forgetting to drink most of it. #FlatTypical
On reflection, I truly wish I had recorded the commentary that went with the hour or so we spent watching my screen saver, but since airing that would've directly contributed to my demise at the hands of one jocondite that's probably for the best. The things I couldn't help but share all wound up on twitter; apologies to everyone following one or all of us. :D?
Because I am also not that bright, I maybe forgot to stretch before doing stuff at the gym yesterday (which I didn't realise until this morning), and that in combination with having spent today mostly on the couch being driven to despair by sports meant that I'm kind of feeling that today. Well done, self. Strong work.
Contrary to expectations, none of us actually woke up all that delicate today (success!) but we did wake up with a collective bout of intense Lazy, which also meant that I was quite literally in my pajamas until 5pm, and I don't think we folded up the couch that the_antichris slept on until then, either. Although we did at least clean things and feed ourselves, so by about midday the house no longer looked like it was inhabited by savages, and the noble bacon beast was devoured en masse.
And I just deleted a bunch of whining about something I have to do at work, suffice to say it was the very definition of tl;dr and I'll spare you. Tonight I continued my occupation of the couch, had more feelings than I expected to about Goon, and loled at L who firstly flailed at Kim-from-Scott-Pilgrim being in it, and then flailed SPECTACULARLY the first time Liev Schreiber turned up. It was kind of glorious.
...and, okay, so it's quarter past midnight, so I'm going to find something to read and then try to sleep. Goodnight, internet. <3 (oh my fucking god semagic stop autocorrecting Liev to Live I MEANT WHAT I TYPED OKAY. what the shit.)
Yesterday was pretty good, however (no self do not start putting your conjunctions into Latin you enormous loser) -- team Auckland had kind of a combination L-has-finished-his-thesis (complete with us periodically having to wrestle him away from formatting tweaks) and stickmarionette-has-finished-doing-bar-exam-stuff celebration, which mostly featured L planning to make us all drink a lot and what turned out to actually be us piling a bunch of alcohol onto the countertops and forgetting to drink most of it. #FlatTypical
On reflection, I truly wish I had recorded the commentary that went with the hour or so we spent watching my screen saver, but since airing that would've directly contributed to my demise at the hands of one jocondite that's probably for the best. The things I couldn't help but share all wound up on twitter; apologies to everyone following one or all of us. :D?
Because I am also not that bright, I maybe forgot to stretch before doing stuff at the gym yesterday (which I didn't realise until this morning), and that in combination with having spent today mostly on the couch being driven to despair by sports meant that I'm kind of feeling that today. Well done, self. Strong work.
Contrary to expectations, none of us actually woke up all that delicate today (success!) but we did wake up with a collective bout of intense Lazy, which also meant that I was quite literally in my pajamas until 5pm, and I don't think we folded up the couch that the_antichris slept on until then, either. Although we did at least clean things and feed ourselves, so by about midday the house no longer looked like it was inhabited by savages, and the noble bacon beast was devoured en masse.
And I just deleted a bunch of whining about something I have to do at work, suffice to say it was the very definition of tl;dr and I'll spare you. Tonight I continued my occupation of the couch, had more feelings than I expected to about Goon, and loled at L who firstly flailed at Kim-from-Scott-Pilgrim being in it, and then flailed SPECTACULARLY the first time Liev Schreiber turned up. It was kind of glorious.
...and, okay, so it's quarter past midnight, so I'm going to find something to read and then try to sleep. Goodnight, internet. <3 (oh my fucking god semagic stop autocorrecting Liev to Live I MEANT WHAT I TYPED OKAY. what the shit.)