Every Little Thing That I Say Or Do...
Kim sent me another nice link: [http://consc.net/misc/moser.html]. I yearn to be able to write these kinds of stories, but I'm concerned I don't have enough verbal nouse or literary initiative.
Mister Gossy is probably quite sick and tired of me hassling him by now. All I wanted to know was if he had spent a nice weekend away, and if he was still up for the dinner out tomorrow night. No returned text messages, so I fear I've got too clingy again.
I missed being able to give Sirius those computer bits this morning because I sat up all night playing World of Warcraft and never woke up 'til eleven. That meant I couldn't phone Uncle Simon in time to ask him to bring the car over. Turns out Simon was waiting for my phone call all morning, and he could've been using that time wisely building another planter. So now I've let down two people, and I feel rotten about it.
And let's not forget Parent and I getting into an argument over the gravy for dinner tonight: I suggested that the Beef Wellington was a little dry and I'd have liked some gravy, Parent's response was that it wasn't (unequivocally) but that if I wanted gravy, I could make some. Instant granules, you see. I quipped back that if it wasn't dry to her tastes, would she be wanting some? Response: she gets up and storms into the kitchen past me to "make gravy for us both". I argued that I could do it myself, since she wouldn't want to let her dinner get cold. She retorted that she shouldn't be ordered to do anything, being treated like a dog. I felt like hurling the accursed gravy against the wall. But didn't. Ten minutes of angry, silent chewing later (of Beef Wellington, not gravy), we'd managed to achieve a diplomatic civility that usually only comes about after I've fled the house for a week.
In total, I don't feel very chipper. What makes it worse is that all these events seem to be my fault - even though I didn't really mean them to be.
Mister Gossy is probably quite sick and tired of me hassling him by now. All I wanted to know was if he had spent a nice weekend away, and if he was still up for the dinner out tomorrow night. No returned text messages, so I fear I've got too clingy again.
I missed being able to give Sirius those computer bits this morning because I sat up all night playing World of Warcraft and never woke up 'til eleven. That meant I couldn't phone Uncle Simon in time to ask him to bring the car over. Turns out Simon was waiting for my phone call all morning, and he could've been using that time wisely building another planter. So now I've let down two people, and I feel rotten about it.
And let's not forget Parent and I getting into an argument over the gravy for dinner tonight: I suggested that the Beef Wellington was a little dry and I'd have liked some gravy, Parent's response was that it wasn't (unequivocally) but that if I wanted gravy, I could make some. Instant granules, you see. I quipped back that if it wasn't dry to her tastes, would she be wanting some? Response: she gets up and storms into the kitchen past me to "make gravy for us both". I argued that I could do it myself, since she wouldn't want to let her dinner get cold. She retorted that she shouldn't be ordered to do anything, being treated like a dog. I felt like hurling the accursed gravy against the wall. But didn't. Ten minutes of angry, silent chewing later (of Beef Wellington, not gravy), we'd managed to achieve a diplomatic civility that usually only comes about after I've fled the house for a week.
In total, I don't feel very chipper. What makes it worse is that all these events seem to be my fault - even though I didn't really mean them to be.