I am a tired bastard, which is quite different.

I'm also off to bed, not that that is any sort of fun.

All I have to do is save enough to move...

It's just hard to tell.

Hours of indentured servitude to make up for the week of being snowed in; bizarre co-workers with even more bizarre plans for my life; a marginally sick cat (he caught a cold); a visit from my mother of all people... These are just a few of the things I've been fighting with these last couple of weeks ( Read more... )

I have a terrible crush on Jaques Torres. He's just so cute, and round, and talented, and funny, and he has that accent...

Eclairs, while being miraculously tasty, aren't all that difficult to make. The hardest part is making sure the batter doesn't ooze out the wrong end of the piping bag. I'm planning on trying my cocoa-flavored eclaire recipe out on my unsuspecting friends, neighbors and coworkers, then reporting on the results ( Read more... )

My elf name is Lenwë Silimaurë. I have no idea how to say that. I have enough trouble with Galadriel.

I'm going to have to go home eventually.

I miss my cat, if nothing else.

And getting paid. Getting laid has a lot to be said for it, but it certainly doesn't pay the rental on my flat, or feed my pussycat...

Hm. I probably shouldn't watch Moulin Rouge more than once a week.

Tim and Leilani weren't exactly excited to learn that I'd managed to get myself snowed in up here ( Read more... )

And date. Which isn't going to be very long if TC catches me at this instead of eagerly awaiting his next appearance...

Oops, he's out of the Shower Of Doom.

- Car is packed ( Read more... )

Okay, I'm completely stumped. Have I unknowingly entered some alternate dimension ( Read more... )