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changelingOnce again I get to have a happy fun time of driving my sister around. I hope she realises I'm not going to drive her to classes once they start. ;)
Steph reneged on our plans today, which sucked. This meant I watched some television, including the first bit of Dragonfly, and most of Singin' In The Rain. 'twould have been all of it, but I had to pick up Nyssa. One of these days, I'll see it all, ALL I tell you!
Friday night and I did nothing. Nys and I watched the second Daria movie, and then I bummed around online a bit. Did a vague attempt at catching up on my comments. Two more rows done in my knitting. About three more items put away in my room. Did another load of washing. I swear, the day I catch up completely on my washing, both the cleaning, drying and the putting away, is the day that the universe as we know it ceases to exist.
I also misspelt suppress as "supress" in a comment, and then worried why it looked wrong until I double-checked the spelling. Yes, I worry about these sorts of things, for lo, I am a geek. No, Steph, I'm not telling you where.
Feh. My neck and shoulders are still fucked, slightly moreso than usual. I fantasise about having people walk up and down beside my spine, doing a little tango with cleats in between my shoulder blades.
[Edit: I also just read the words "Thames Ditton" and my tired brain decided that was a person (it's actually a place). I am highly amused by this.]
Steph reneged on our plans today, which sucked. This meant I watched some television, including the first bit of Dragonfly, and most of Singin' In The Rain. 'twould have been all of it, but I had to pick up Nyssa. One of these days, I'll see it all, ALL I tell you!
Friday night and I did nothing. Nys and I watched the second Daria movie, and then I bummed around online a bit. Did a vague attempt at catching up on my comments. Two more rows done in my knitting. About three more items put away in my room. Did another load of washing. I swear, the day I catch up completely on my washing, both the cleaning, drying and the putting away, is the day that the universe as we know it ceases to exist.
I also misspelt suppress as "supress" in a comment, and then worried why it looked wrong until I double-checked the spelling. Yes, I worry about these sorts of things, for lo, I am a geek. No, Steph, I'm not telling you where.
Feh. My neck and shoulders are still fucked, slightly moreso than usual. I fantasise about having people walk up and down beside my spine, doing a little tango with cleats in between my shoulder blades.
[Edit: I also just read the words "Thames Ditton" and my tired brain decided that was a person (it's actually a place). I am highly amused by this.]