He could, for example, make a deal with someone who lives in Eastern time.
Or I could delegate.
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He could, for example, make a deal with someone who lives in Eastern time.
Or I could delegate.
I think I'll use a funny german accent because that shows an even deeper level of commitment.
You're a little peculiar.
I just had a nap.
Well, Lilty, I don't know how well I remember how to use a sewing machine from 9th grade home ec. The way I see it, if I do as much sewing on this machine in the coming year, as I did by hand in the past year, it won't be a waste of money. I went for the lowest-end model Brother sewing machine at Walmart. This way, there is only $88 worth of guilt if I end up using it as a door stop. And if I do become skillful on it, and find I need more bells and whistles, I can take my time and find a high quality, high-end used machine. Or? Save up and buy a new high-end machine. As for good, I dunno. It is possible that I'll be lucky to sew decent straight lines. There are any number of nifty things that can be made with straight lines, so I shan't be ashamed of myself if that is all I can do. Like my crocheting. I can crochet rectangles, quite well in fact. Many are the scarves and afgans I have made. Non-existent are the mittens and hats.
Mostly I just wanna get this quilt together that I have worked on by hand for... oh gosh, I don't know how long. At one point I had visions of having it on my bed before winter. Now, with the help of the sewing machine, I hope to have it done before winter is over. And, yes, I'll be tying it rather than quilting it.
Crap. We're going to hit flood stage next week. I'd better build an ark.
You're a little peculiar.
You have no idea. t /Jeremy Irons
No wait, you do have an idea.
I think your phone number is on my defunct computer. Send it to hecubot@gmail.com.
I'll be talking to you at 7:00am, oh yes.
I'm not e-mailing you, freak. I like talking to you on all sorts of occasions (Arbor Day! why do you never call on Arbor Day?!?), but 7 a.m. is not one of those occasions, and I'm not going to participate in my own unnecessary interruption of weekend sleep.
I'm not e-mailing you, freak.
You weasel. Hopping on IM like that, and dancing off.
Want.
Since Stella McCartney started making non-leather shoes, I'm no longer immune to the completely impractical $600 shoe lust.
You weasel. Hopping on IM like that, and dancing off.
I just installed broadband last night, and all my toolbars are in different locations. Eine minuten, bitte.
Crap. We're going to hit flood stage next week. I'd better build an ark.Swing by and pick me up? This storm is bringing a year's worth of rain. The weather gods missed the day we discussed rationing.
I am in the midst of feeling like I can't have anything to do with people and wanting not to be alone. I loathe my brain.
I've been posting privately in LJ just to get words out and it might be helping at least a little.
eta: I really don't like the part of me that is posting All About Me And My Pain right now. I'm not going to stop, hopefully, but it still grates.