ng so I can watch and then finally go back to lurking boxed set. Because I want to watch this and I miss the smart tv talk and COME ON DH, kill the dragon or something quickly.

Lots of dragons. Lots of other things, too. Might be a while.

Oh gods so many dragons. And now M went back to re-play and try to prevent some of the things that happened. I need to find him a PC game he'll play so he's not hogging the damn tv.

Bookstores that make my literary panties wet: [link]

Gay Marriage in the 1930s. (not really)

Ugh, I cannot get moving this morning. I still haven't started working! I am depressed by the forecast (high of 60 and rainy every day for the foreseeable future), even though I'm leaving town on Thursday. I am tired, after going to a really nice vocal recital last night and then staying up too late.

In short: waaaah.

he had like 25 minutes left in the dryer and then another 50 minutes or whatever for the load I took out of the washer

You are not responsible for the gap between washer and dryer. Seriously. I'd give him a little more time to move from one to the other, but you don't dibs a dryer by using a washer. That's not fair.

I cannot decide what is breakfast this morning. Time to go stare at the display in the cafe.

I feel like a first-century Roman who just had someone pull her aside and say quietly, "You know, I think I can trust you. How well do you know the catacombs?"

Can I just say how much I love this metaphor, and that I have friends that use and understand them?

I'd give him a little more time to move from one to the other, but you don't dibs a dryer by using a washer.

Oh, I think you do, when there's only one of each machine. Eh, it was fine, although I still have another load to do tonight, but luckily, it's the stuff I don't dry.

The curry I had for lunch was disappointingly bland.

I think you do, when there's only one of each machine

But what if he's not gonna use the dryer? Or if you only want a dryer? That's not fair. I dis-allow that rule.

Boring cinammon raisin bagel toasted with butter.

I have a smidge of milk left, so I could either barely wet my cereal or make another cappucino.

Coffee wins!

So I scrambled an oeuf with diced ham and cheese and made a sandwich on wheat toast. Satisfying and filling.

Bookstores that make my literary panties wet:

Those all look amazing but the stairway in the Portugese bookstore was particularly stunning.

If I had bajillions I'd want to own a big rambly book/comics/media store.

Of course, first I'd buy Jilli her own Goblin Market with adjoining tea room and a wicked little croquet pitch in the back.