Oliver ,'Conviction (1)'
[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.
I made cookies, and started a load of laundry (currently in the dryer). That will probably be it for the day, unless I can get up the energy to either clean up the kitchen or take a walk. One or the other may happen; I wouldn't bet on both.
I also have choir rehearsal from 4-6 this afternoon and then my book club meeting (hence the cookies). I cannot guarantee I won't fall asleep during one or the other.
More good news! [link]
(Yeah, a bunch of us looked for the flying pigs outside of our windows. Didn't believe this will pass).
I'm still rewatching ST:tNG. I've just started the 3rd season. The writing on this show is SO BAD. There's a big improvement in quality over the course of the second season, but the writing is still *TERRIBLE*.
The Enterprise is in the middle of a major crisis situation, systems are failing around the ship, and a nearby binary star system is about to explode, so Pickard....
CALLS A STAFF MEETING! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT ANYTHING! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Okay, I'm better. Just call me Non-sequitur Man.
I'm so tired, but I have to do this week's slipshod housecleaning. Instead I'm having coffee. Decaf.
CALLS A STAFF MEETING! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT ANYTHING! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Clearly their current crisis involves a skill check, and Picard just played an Investigative Committee.
I did Three! Giant! Loads! of laundry, updated my budget (conclusion: still fucking broke), paid a few bills, came home, repaired a boot, scooped the pans and took out the trash, and now I am chowing down on some oatmeal and making more hot toddy so I can go watch the parade with Nora! Yay.
Clearly their current crisis involves a skill check, and Picard just played an Investigative Committee.
Snerk.
Or not with Nora. But with other neighborhood peeps. Get better, Nora!
I'm sooooo sorry, smonster, I really do want to go to the parade, but I feel like ass on toast. And I have to go to work tomorrow and Tuesday, ugh. (job interviews scheduled)
I got up at 7 on a Sunday, Straighted a little, did some stuff, then took a nap.
I have laundry in, and I need to strip and wash the sheets and such, go to the store, clean out the cat box and work on some projects for clients: a nice mix of copyediting an erotic romance short, a resume and an interview.
Then The Walking Dead is back on tonight -- woo!