Oh dear loward. Just checked my answering machine. My sometimes boundary-challenged neighbor called me at 1:15 AM to tell me the power was back on. I guess since a lot of my lights came on (because I didn't recall which were on and off, and the never-on light in the bedroom was, in fact, on) he assumed I was up. So lucky I was sound asleep and the light didn't wake me up until 2:30.
Unless...shit. Maybe he did wake me up. I think the time on the machine is an hour off. I might've been able to sleep through too-bright. Damnit.
It would be simpler if I stopped eating.
This is what I'm doing. Just for a couple of days. But all my dishes are clean and will stay that way!
I hate doing laundry. The perceived inconvenience is way bigger than the actual inconvenience for me, so I don't really know why I hate it so much. I have stopped using the dryer unless I'm doing bedding/jeans/towels I'll throw other stuff in if those things are getting dried, but if it's all tops & skirts & pants, I just let them air-dry on hangers. Partly to tell myself I'm being environmentally conscious, partly because I was told that it's better for my clothes, and mostly because it's one less step to bother with.
Strega, according to Wiki, the misogynistic wtf was issue 186.
Oh, thanks, BigDuluth! The guy I was going to give it to turned out to be crazy enough on his own, so it was probably for the best that I couldn't find it at the time.
Speaking of crazy, today I played internet psychologist and diagnosed myself with avoidant personality disorder. Which is way cooler than imposter syndrome, so neener.
In conclusion... er, I don't know. I'm in a really strange mood.
Okay, Pushing Daisies is adorkable.
No, wait, Canada.
Yeah, it was on a Canadian channel. I don't even know what network it's on in the US
Canadians and their freaky timing, confusing the USians!
The perceived inconvenience is way bigger than the actual inconvenience for me, so I don't really know why I hate it so much.
This. So much this. I dunno why. I just hate it. You're right, though, I'll be happier about it when I'm back to hanging clothes on the line outside. I used to love it then; the sweet smell of the drying clothes, the breeze in my hair.
Do you guys remember when we'd just gotten Seabiscuit, and he was so enamoured of the SO that he'd sleep underneath the SO's pajamas when they were drying on the line? 'Cause that was cute.
My TV tonight:
7 pm: Gossip Girls
8 pm: Pushing Daisies
9 pm: The Tudors, which has had
a lot of boobies so far for network prime time.
You know that's the real anti-commercialism aspect of Tivo. The networks have lost all their individual branding for me. I neither know nor care what particular network a show is on. Only quality makes me tune in now, not laziness. Laziness, in fact, contributes to me watching less, since I have to set it up if I want it to remember everything for me.
