whining is ALWAYS safer than googling.
Tomorrow we are going kayaking. My last day of fun.
I have 300+ pages of The Historian and I should, you know, write lesson plans.
Have I mentioned uninspired?
My new classroom doesn't have tables and chairs; it only has desks. This makes me undeniably sad.
I realize this makes me a little whacky.
No wackier than me. I hate it when people move my piles. And why I'm a great respecter of other people's. And I'm all down with supergluing the furniture in place. It's my secret defense to being blind as a bat without glasses. I count steps. You move my furniture, you fuck with my escape plan.
whining is ALWAYS safer than googling.
Tomorrow we are going kayaking. My last day of fun.
I have 300+ pages of The Historian and I should, you know, write lesson plans.
Have I mentioned uninspired?
My new classroom doesn't have tables and chairs; it only has desks. This makes me undeniably sad.
Unnf. And I need to work out how to rearrange my living room to fit the cuddle lounge in it as well as the stupid bed.
I don't rearrange, mostly. I try to avoid buying furniture too.
cuddle lounge
What is it? Sounds like something that belongs in a boudoir.
I need to organize my guest bedroom this weekend.
Blech.
Did you get the knit (tshirt like) beech or the um, non-knit beech sheets? (beech=modal, right?) I have the nonknit, and I LOVE THEM. Better than silk, frankly, which is just a little crisper.
I got them in deep purply plum when I realized I needed new sheets, and though the price ($60) was a shocker for cheapass me, so worth it.
I want to go to the zoo tomorrow (provided my neck doesn't explode.) Kat's polar bear pictures inspired me. Plus, there is a bird thing where you can feed them and they can land on you and whatnot through the end of the month, and that would be cool.
I like finding furniture. However, my apartment is at its maximum furniture allowance right now. I don't even have room for more bookcases! (and that is getting critical.)
In a new place, I'd love to get some barrister bookcases to go alongside the wrought iron stuff. And a writing desk like my mom's friend has (I housesat for her ages ago. Her husband's great-something was captain of a shipping thingy. AMAZING gorgeous antiques from all over the world.) I also would love to start collecting old telephone tables to use as sidetables. Alas, no room.
Posting to show off latest Gavin-tag.
So damaged, yet so quotable.
Cuddle lounge -- mine'll be in sage green w/ 2 purple cushions.
Someone at work convinced me I might like the movie Alfie, so I netflixed it.
I think I shall have to mock her on Monday.