Oh my god, I'm dead.

[changeling]

*Makes a groaning noise like someone being rudely awakened from a 20 year lie-in in a coffin* Spent about eight hours with Steph, cleaning Liam's house. My back, she hurts like a hurty thing. And I have nausea from all the cleaning products I have been inadvertently inhaling. And the chocolate Liam bought us on the way home, because he is a wonderful boy whom we love. Otherwise we wouldn't be doing it.

Am still unable to recognise polenta when I see it. At least I think it was polenta. I don't remember. In my defence, I would have only had it for the first time last year.

Will attempt to catch up on flist and so forth this weekend. There's a couple of things by weaselbeast and billradish in particular that I want to catch up on. Am too dead to do it tonight, and tomorrow I am going to Epicure. And having a Visible Ink meeting. And we're also doing more cleaning in Liam's house. Not necessarily in that order.

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[metyounow.livejournal.com]

Y'all are the sweetness! *loves!*

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*grins* We actually had a lot of fun.

I've developed a sudden squick for dust, though. Which is not good. Because it makes me want to not just tidy, but clean my room. And it's almost one in the morning. But I really want to clean the dust from my room!

[metyounow.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I get the same way sometimes. I'll start out cleaning one thing and just can't stop. It's like a mantra "Must rid the world of dust!"