'Touched'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
In the computer room. Memory card in the computer.
I want eggs. And bacon.
For a couple of seconds, I struggled to join these two statements contextually. I was all "Why does the memory card being in the computer make my wife crave breakfast foods?"
Then I remembered who I was dealing with.
I don't know who's more brain-fried, me or you.
I'm having difficulty typing and whatnot because it's mildly chilly this morning, which means Emeline and Ollie are curled up on and around me as though grafter to me.
Keep in mind, it's the middle of July.
I don't know what they're going to come winter, but I fear it's going to end up with them cutting me open and crawling inside ala Han and Luke with the Tauntaun on Hoth.
I don't know who's more brain-fried, me or you.
We need no segueway for bacon!
Coffee's on and I have a whole list of things to do today.
Drop off preschool registration and check
Pay library fines
Buy apple juice
Shop for new mobile phone
Take kids to indoor pool
See HPatOotP
I desperately want to sneak off and acquire Allyson's book from the indie SF bookstore I ordered it from, but I made a deal with my bosses that I'd work through lunch so I could leave early. Wahhh!
See HPatOotP
I'm doing this today! Also, cramming a whole day worth of work into 3 hours, getting a haircut/color, laundry, packing and a trip to the bank and pharmacy.
My list:
Mine is much like Tom's, though I did accomplish running up to the 7-11 in search of coffee and walking the dogs.
Supposed to be off at 1 today because we're working 9-5 tomorrow. We'll see.
edited because I apparently don't do posessive apostrophies before 9 am.
Nora, you should totally go get the book. It's worth it.
t /not helping
yeah, but then I feel like I'm not living up to a deal I made, which makes me feel kind of crappy. It's not even like there's anything much to do here, so it's all about, you know, keeping my word and all that shit. Bah! Still want to go out and do it though.
whine
So it turns out that the real problem with S being out of town isn't that I had to get to the airport at nothing-o'clock yesterday morning. It's that he's still out there in the part of the world that does not contain me! For a week! Wah!