Buffy ,'Chosen'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I avoid having to take down decorations by putting them up at someone else's house and then leaving.
Works for me.
I need to stop and grab a burger on the way home, since I didn't defrost anything last night. I can't even work up enthusiasm for that.
What? Just leaving the garland in a lump on the front porch doeesn't count?
No. Nor does the similar lump on the back patio.
I think I'm cleaning the bathroom. Does that make you feel better?
Bathroom cleaning is oddly satisfying. Emptying the fortyeleven boxes piled in my dining room back into the cabinets, not so much. I hate moving. And this is like moving but with no freaking new location. It's boring.
I'm all "you GO girl!" about it.
Yeah. ::buffs nails:: That's my congresswoman. What'd your congressperson do today?
Oops. Redundancy. It's like a clementine conspiracy.
Tonight is an exciting night chez bon-Bob. First off, Christmas! I shipped most of Bob's gifts and most things I received for Christmas from Phoenix last week. They get here tonight! More exciting, we bought a new bookshelf that arrived today, and now can take about a hundred books off the floor. I think Bob has been unable to sleep with visions of "Kant's moral psychology-only" bookshelves dancing in his head.
I think Bob has been unable to sleep with visions of "Kant's moral psychology-only" bookshelves dancing in his head.
You should get him some books with air-brushed covers.
I have a VERY exciting evening planned. I will reveal more details later, and you will all wish you were me, I tell you what.
Bathroom cleaning is oddly satisfying.
My holiday gift to myself, among a bunch of around the house touch-ups, was a brand spankin' new toilet seat. Now THAT's satisfying.
After 8 years in this apartment, it was simply time. One of my clients was so excited for me, I'm guessing it was past time!
So. As of tomorrow I will have one week left in this place.
I still have not been given the go-ahead to actually, you know, tell anyone this. (It's so weird - they keep things a big secret in an effort to...well, I'm really not clear on that part.) So there's a few people who know, a lot more who don't (and it's really starting to get awkward) and at least one person who probably thinks I'm about to get fired since she saw a resume come in for my job which Minion just about snatched from her hands and told her not to talk to anyone about.
Minion is working on his story in case it never comes up. He's debating between "taken by the KGB" and "sent to Guantanamo". I told him to tell them all that I've been Raptured.