I skipped until I can get back and read the rest.
Am very tired. had lots of fun. Had a zombie help me find my way through the hotel to Ginger (she left in the afternoon and then picked me up not to long ago).
There are 2 dealers selling plush Gilly the perky goth. Did I post this?
I think I did, I'm not sure. Very very tired. Am amused at owning a plush gilly but haven't bought one. Did buy very very pretty suncatchers. Also a Blue Sun t shirt (which is HUGE! normally I can wear a unixex 2 x with no problem).
Talked fanfic and vids with various people.
I had lunch with The Scola.
We chatted today.
I say this calmly from the opposite side of the country while gloating. Hey, I haven't been able to gloat much lately. This is nice. So was the chat.
Huh. My neighbor, or someone at my neighbors, just had some really enthusiastic sex. And loud. Obviously loud, since I know about it.
I only wandered into the kitchen to get some water...
Please please please. Inspire me to write. I need to get it done, and my head is empty.
Isn't it hella late where you are, Allyson? Writing after midnight on a Saturday seems unpossible.
Or, go write! Because I want to read it!
Good date, then?
Hee. No, no date. AS has an exam in ten days, so she's home supposedly studying. (I say supposedly, because it sounds like she's done more housework than homework. Honestly, if that's what she's after, I can provide a better class of distraction.) But she did call, and that kept me up a while.
Huh. My neighbor, or someone at my neighbors, just had some really enthusiastic sex. And loud. Obviously loud, since I know about it.
I've been to Cass' place. Not only does she not share a wall with anyone, there's at least a few feet of yard between her and each of her neighbors. That's some impressive sex.
Just had a nice chat with Tom, too. waves to Tom Unfortunately, I had to cut it short because of a coughing fit, but I'll call again later. For now, I'm pro-couch drug. Or cough. Maybe I'm pro couch and cough drug. Yes.
Just went grocery shopping. I took a Zipcar, and when I picked it up, there was about 1/8 of a tank of gas. One of the Zipcar rules is not to return it with less than 1/4 of a tank, so whoever had the car before me is going to get hit with a fine. I'd reserved the car for half an hour longer than I'd thought I'd need, which turned out to be a good thing.
I grew up in New Jersey, where, by law, all gas stations are full service. I didn't have a car in college. So, I've never filled a tank of gas before. There was a gas station on the way back from the grocery store, so I stopped there. I tried the gas card. It was rejected. I asked the attendant. He said he didn't know what the problem was. I looked around in the car a little more, and found a slip of paper telling me that the PIN wasn't the number written on the card, it was something else. That pin worked. So I filled the tank about halfway, and then realized that the numbers on the display weren't moving. Went to the attendent again, who gave me this "This kid must be an idiot" look, and said that he had no idea what I was doing wrong. He asked if just charging $20 for the gas was OK, and I said sure.
Got home. Strained my shoulder trying to press the elevator button without putting the grocery bag down first. While I was putting my groceries away, one of the shelves in my fridge broke, and vegetable broth spilled all over the fruit drawer. Luckily, the only thing in there at the point was oranges.
Now, I'm pondering lunch. My plan was to make a salad, but I'm thinking there might be fewer places for things to go wrong if I just heat up leftovers instead.
