wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Sep. 22nd, 2004 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideIt's remarkable how fast you can clean up your flat when you run into your landlord downstairs and he asks if he can come up a little bit later to look at your cranky dryer problem.
*scurry* *scurry* *scurry*
God bless closets and their concealing magic.
*hurl* *hurl* *hurl*
Just hope he doesn't need to use the bathroom (aka Kicked-out Litter Central). After last weekend, I realize I definitely want to live with Greg. He swept up Hobbes' kicked out litter approximately 50 times a day. Huh. Could I get used to the lack of daily exfoliation on the bottom of my feet? Is there anything sexier than a man kneeling at your feet with a dustpan?
Things left to do: sweep bathroom floor, remove debris from desk and sidetable, put away laundry currently in dryer, and put away the stuff in the 'traveling kitchen bag' I hauled up to Vancouver last weekend.
I'd made a vat of vegetarian chili and frozen it into 8 single serving portions for Greg. It usually takes me a week to go through it. I think Greg had eaten 3/4 of it before I finished driving home to Seattle. *dry*
In other orgasmic news: my Netflix came a day early!
*bounce* *bounce* *bounce*
So, if I clean off my desk and sidetable, I can go watch tv. I'm debating about yoga today. It's rainy out. It's not a beginning yoga class. And for the first time in 5 weeks, my knees don't hurt. The appeal of sitting at home with the next Alias and QAF discs is overpowering.
But if I go to yoga I will feel noble and accomplished. And I'll be able to have that really smug look that Angel gave Riley when Buffy left her dorm room to talk to him. Very cat that ate the canary. I don't have any canaries. And Greg won't let me eat his budgies.
I have an hour to get over my inertia. It'd be nice to see Ellie. And try this new yoga teacher.
*contort* *contort* *contort*
Also had an exciting lead this morning about another contract web job. Money = friend.
*spend* *spend* *spend*
I went to toss trash this morning and I always forget that my pj bottoms (yes, I'm still in my pjs at 4:30--for I am a telecommuter, hear me yaaaaaaawn) are a bit longish. And when it's wet outside, the cuffs get wet. And that tickles. Dammit. But these are my favorite pj bottoms and I am unwilling to change. So fie.
Hobbes is very excited that I made my bed. He looooooves sleeping on my bed when it's freshly made. This is a luxury not afforded to him often. He's so cuuuute. He's definitely getting old. Out of all the cats I've had, Hobbes has always been the highest jumper. My desk isn't that particularly tall, but I think he's getting intimidated by it. He did a few valiant half leaps, mainly stretching up and putting his paws on my right thigh. He looked so hopeful. So I stuck my leg out and he gratefully hopped up onto it, then onto the desk and head-butted me. One of the recommendations from Dr. Henkle is to do what I can to stave off dehydration for him. He really loves to drink out of glasses. He used to be forbidden. But now there is on my desk a Hobbes glass, which he loves in spite of two other water dishes for his drinking pleasure.
*babble* *babble* *babble*
Um. Hee.
okIloveyoubuhbye!!
*scurry* *scurry* *scurry*
God bless closets and their concealing magic.
*hurl* *hurl* *hurl*
Just hope he doesn't need to use the bathroom (aka Kicked-out Litter Central). After last weekend, I realize I definitely want to live with Greg. He swept up Hobbes' kicked out litter approximately 50 times a day. Huh. Could I get used to the lack of daily exfoliation on the bottom of my feet? Is there anything sexier than a man kneeling at your feet with a dustpan?
Things left to do: sweep bathroom floor, remove debris from desk and sidetable, put away laundry currently in dryer, and put away the stuff in the 'traveling kitchen bag' I hauled up to Vancouver last weekend.
I'd made a vat of vegetarian chili and frozen it into 8 single serving portions for Greg. It usually takes me a week to go through it. I think Greg had eaten 3/4 of it before I finished driving home to Seattle. *dry*
In other orgasmic news: my Netflix came a day early!
*bounce* *bounce* *bounce*
So, if I clean off my desk and sidetable, I can go watch tv. I'm debating about yoga today. It's rainy out. It's not a beginning yoga class. And for the first time in 5 weeks, my knees don't hurt. The appeal of sitting at home with the next Alias and QAF discs is overpowering.
But if I go to yoga I will feel noble and accomplished. And I'll be able to have that really smug look that Angel gave Riley when Buffy left her dorm room to talk to him. Very cat that ate the canary. I don't have any canaries. And Greg won't let me eat his budgies.
I have an hour to get over my inertia. It'd be nice to see Ellie. And try this new yoga teacher.
*contort* *contort* *contort*
Also had an exciting lead this morning about another contract web job. Money = friend.
*spend* *spend* *spend*
I went to toss trash this morning and I always forget that my pj bottoms (yes, I'm still in my pjs at 4:30--for I am a telecommuter, hear me yaaaaaaawn) are a bit longish. And when it's wet outside, the cuffs get wet. And that tickles. Dammit. But these are my favorite pj bottoms and I am unwilling to change. So fie.
Hobbes is very excited that I made my bed. He looooooves sleeping on my bed when it's freshly made. This is a luxury not afforded to him often. He's so cuuuute. He's definitely getting old. Out of all the cats I've had, Hobbes has always been the highest jumper. My desk isn't that particularly tall, but I think he's getting intimidated by it. He did a few valiant half leaps, mainly stretching up and putting his paws on my right thigh. He looked so hopeful. So I stuck my leg out and he gratefully hopped up onto it, then onto the desk and head-butted me. One of the recommendations from Dr. Henkle is to do what I can to stave off dehydration for him. He really loves to drink out of glasses. He used to be forbidden. But now there is on my desk a Hobbes glass, which he loves in spite of two other water dishes for his drinking pleasure.
*babble* *babble* *babble*
Um. Hee.
okIloveyoubuhbye!!
