It's the 3rd day (now 4th, technically) of my mini vacation and I'm surprised it's 1am. Oh right. Latte and cheesecake after 8pm. Less surprising, but still. I can't let myself fall into that trap. It makes regular work days that much worse.
Behbeh ameoba blanket iz done. Mom called it ugly. Feel the love! Hmph. Well, it's a little garish. I hope innerturtlemonkey behbeh digs it. When it's on the outside of the mom, that is. I can wait. But done before the birth! That's a big win for me.
Watching the Firefly pilot reminds me why I am dissatisfied with swashbuckley adventures that would have previously been great. One thing that came to me is that I don't like CG for the sake of CG. Use it if you must, but if you're doing it right, I won't notice. Hi!!! Still a snob after all these hours.
I want one of those old school espresso pots for the stove. Who needs high tech? They make some kick-ass java.
"Go. To. Bed."
Tsk. Fiiiiiiiiiiiine. Buzzkill.
But you're not only talking to yourself but copping copious attitude. It's a sure sign of over-the-top dorkatude.
btw, though- I started reading Stern Men yesterday. It's about Maine lobstermen who live on what I presume are fictional islands. The lobstermen are also fictional. It says "novel" right on the cover. It's a dead give away. Dead, I tell you!! So, I hear![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
purple_terror's family's voices in my head when I read it. I'd been reading Sarah Dunant's Mapping the Edge as my latest- need a break from the Jane Austen. Seriously. But said Dunant failed to live up to my expectations. By a lot. I have no plans on finishing it. I made mom tell me how it ends and I rolled my eyes at some of the choices. So, Stern Men it is. I like it so well I forget when I am when I finally look up. Anyway, my choice of patois for location made me think of it.
Bed?? Yes! OK... here I go.
Behbeh ameoba blanket iz done. Mom called it ugly. Feel the love! Hmph. Well, it's a little garish. I hope innerturtlemonkey behbeh digs it. When it's on the outside of the mom, that is. I can wait. But done before the birth! That's a big win for me.
Watching the Firefly pilot reminds me why I am dissatisfied with swashbuckley adventures that would have previously been great. One thing that came to me is that I don't like CG for the sake of CG. Use it if you must, but if you're doing it right, I won't notice. Hi!!! Still a snob after all these hours.
I want one of those old school espresso pots for the stove. Who needs high tech? They make some kick-ass java.
"Go. To. Bed."
Tsk. Fiiiiiiiiiiiine. Buzzkill.
But you're not only talking to yourself but copping copious attitude. It's a sure sign of over-the-top dorkatude.
btw, though- I started reading Stern Men yesterday. It's about Maine lobstermen who live on what I presume are fictional islands. The lobstermen are also fictional. It says "novel" right on the cover. It's a dead give away. Dead, I tell you!! So, I hear
purple_terror's family's voices in my head when I read it. I'd been reading Sarah Dunant's Mapping the Edge as my latest- need a break from the Jane Austen. Seriously. But said Dunant failed to live up to my expectations. By a lot. I have no plans on finishing it. I made mom tell me how it ends and I rolled my eyes at some of the choices. So, Stern Men it is. I like it so well I forget when I am when I finally look up. Anyway, my choice of patois for location made me think of it. Bed?? Yes! OK... here I go.
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