mother of god
Jul. 8th, 2005 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI am freaking tired.
Today was an entire day of Beat The Deadline.
It felt like that Calvin and Hobbes. That full page one, where in each little panel, Calvin is dealing with one thing or another. He gets home, tucks into bed and his mom promises him tomorrow will be another day just like this one. And he has that apprehensive, traumatized face. I have no idea if I'm explaining that one right.
Anyhow.
While poor Sarah got hung up at work late and we were both too tired to think on our feet, we just grabbed some Indian food and watched Firefly at my place. Which I bought because Netflix wasn't moving fast enough and I am not a patient woman. It's so very shiny.
Finished disc three and can't believe there are only three more episodes to go. Whine.
But I have to go to bed early because somehow that vixen Judy used her feminine wiles on me to get me to agree to an 8am breakfast. Yeah, I have no idea how. But she's worth it. I may not think this at 7:30 tomorrow morning. But I do now. Then I meet Alexis at noon to make up for missing last week. And a group of us might go out to Kim's to swim in the lake *eek* and just hang out. Or I might just come back home and not move until Sunday morning swim. I need to do some work-work this weekend. And I need to study French so that when my instructor returns from France, I'm not running around yelling BAN JUER! as the only French I can remember.
Fuck, also need to exchange the filing cabinet at Fred Meyer because I can no longer see my desk. That's it. I'll do re-organize-y things tomorrow.
So I should go to bed early tonight. Like now. Mrh.
Today was an entire day of Beat The Deadline.
It felt like that Calvin and Hobbes. That full page one, where in each little panel, Calvin is dealing with one thing or another. He gets home, tucks into bed and his mom promises him tomorrow will be another day just like this one. And he has that apprehensive, traumatized face. I have no idea if I'm explaining that one right.
Anyhow.
While poor Sarah got hung up at work late and we were both too tired to think on our feet, we just grabbed some Indian food and watched Firefly at my place. Which I bought because Netflix wasn't moving fast enough and I am not a patient woman. It's so very shiny.
Finished disc three and can't believe there are only three more episodes to go. Whine.
But I have to go to bed early because somehow that vixen Judy used her feminine wiles on me to get me to agree to an 8am breakfast. Yeah, I have no idea how. But she's worth it. I may not think this at 7:30 tomorrow morning. But I do now. Then I meet Alexis at noon to make up for missing last week. And a group of us might go out to Kim's to swim in the lake *eek* and just hang out. Or I might just come back home and not move until Sunday morning swim. I need to do some work-work this weekend. And I need to study French so that when my instructor returns from France, I'm not running around yelling BAN JUER! as the only French I can remember.
Fuck, also need to exchange the filing cabinet at Fred Meyer because I can no longer see my desk. That's it. I'll do re-organize-y things tomorrow.
So I should go to bed early tonight. Like now. Mrh.
