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.

I'm having a health-food version of a buffalo chicken sandwich for lunch -- same breaded patty, same buffalo sauce and blue cheese dressing, but the roll is whole wheat, and the sides are celery and carrots! Diet food.

Breaded patties aren't diet food.

Hmm. I seem to suspect I don't agree with anyone today. I wonder what's up with that...

Dean Winchester likes pie.

Now you can agree with one thing.