'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The family has missed you this evening. It is very cute.
Awwww…how sweet! I missed them too, although much fun was had with the Zmayhems!
Huh, I should stop being all "I HAZ NEW IPHONE" all the time.
Nah…I’m just ignoring :).
It’s almost 2am Eastern time. Craziness! Must sleep. But, I promised a few people e-mails. Hmmmm…
I've actually been surprisingly satisfied with the 8 GB of storage on the iphone. I can put a reasonable amount of music on it and have more than enough video for a cross country flight on it.
I wouldn't mind more, but all in all, it isn't an uncomfy amount. It just leaves me sync'ing more than I ever did with my iPod. In preparation for my trip to FLA, it looks like I can put ALL Firefly episodes on it, plus a gig or so of music. Ya. That better keep me entertained for the plane rides. Not too shabby.
Aww, vw, I envy you getting to see the Zmayhems!
But right now I'm enjoying the fact that I'm at a writers conference. It's just in Bellevue, maybe 15 miles from my house, but since I won the conference fee and two nights' lodging in a drawing at last year's conference, I'm staying here rather than commuting home each night. And I love my husband, and I love my daughter, but it sure is nice to be able to come up and be completely, totally *alone* for a few hours each night. And someone else cleans up the room, and there are no toys to trip on...it's a beautiful thing. It's sad, but I like the having a hotel room all to myself part almost as much as I like the actual content of conferences.
got quiet. Sean show must have gone down for the night, and ND's maze opened for the night. That leaves me here alone. Reading my first issue of Wired. For $10/yr, how can you not. But holy jebus, there are a ton of ads. It's like a geeks Cosmo or something.
I actually just got home. Halloween is in the hands of my associate designers for the rest of the night.
yipee! Delegate!
I'm shtill working.
I'm about to shut down for the evening. G'night, Bitches.
I'm shtill working.Sssh. I'm reading. Don't tell anyone! (why is it, I can read a 200 page magazine and not consider it "reading". Troll thru the interents, with same thought. Why is my definition of reading set upon a pedestal that can only be books? It doesn't make sense. 1st step. Admitting the problem, right? So. I am reading (a magazine).