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Let's see... I joined the cult of Facebook several weeks ago, gave in to Beck's overwhelming (snerk) peer pressure and joined Twitter last night - and have been resisting the urge to tell people I'm Twitterpatted all day.
Have been working from the laptop in the living room because I started feeling guilty about the furballs being alone all day, plus I'm in the process of steam cleaning who knows how many years worth of gross out of the carpets and the dog needs constant supervision to make sure he doesn't decide to set my efforts back several days. I have a perfectly lovely office, full of my weird and amusing (to me) things, and a nice padded desk chair, but no... I've spent the last week and a half sitting on a kitchen chair so that Loki can smash his head against my chin and fall asleep leaning against me. Weird cat.
Captain is coming home in somewhere around three weeks, give or take two days. Even though I know that he won't care, I feel like I should clean the house top to bottom. I can almost guarantee that he won't notice the difference between how the house is right now and after I've cleaned (except for the tribble accumulating on the bathroom floor that I really need to just give in and sweep up). I could just tell him I cleaned the house and spend all my time playing on the Wii.
Wrote about eight hundred more words on my exchange fic over the last two days. Not horrid, but the deadline is the 14th and I would guess I'm only about halfway done with the story, so I need to buckle down and stop letting myself get distracted by things like nerves about the husband coming home, knitting, facebook, and MySims.
I love MySims.
It would also help if I got out of bed sometime before five in the afternoon (but that would mean going to sleep sometime before six am, and that obviously isn't going to happen tonight).
Anywho, tonight shall be dinner at Kobe to celebrate Sarah's wedding anniversary (I keep telling her I'm going to be her date.) and then another late night while I try to knock out more fic.
I think that's about it. Did I remember to mention Captain's sister is having a baby? A little boy. I think that makes me an aunt. An aunt-in-law at the very least, right?
Have been working from the laptop in the living room because I started feeling guilty about the furballs being alone all day, plus I'm in the process of steam cleaning who knows how many years worth of gross out of the carpets and the dog needs constant supervision to make sure he doesn't decide to set my efforts back several days. I have a perfectly lovely office, full of my weird and amusing (to me) things, and a nice padded desk chair, but no... I've spent the last week and a half sitting on a kitchen chair so that Loki can smash his head against my chin and fall asleep leaning against me. Weird cat.
Captain is coming home in somewhere around three weeks, give or take two days. Even though I know that he won't care, I feel like I should clean the house top to bottom. I can almost guarantee that he won't notice the difference between how the house is right now and after I've cleaned (except for the tribble accumulating on the bathroom floor that I really need to just give in and sweep up). I could just tell him I cleaned the house and spend all my time playing on the Wii.
Wrote about eight hundred more words on my exchange fic over the last two days. Not horrid, but the deadline is the 14th and I would guess I'm only about halfway done with the story, so I need to buckle down and stop letting myself get distracted by things like nerves about the husband coming home, knitting, facebook, and MySims.
I love MySims.
It would also help if I got out of bed sometime before five in the afternoon (but that would mean going to sleep sometime before six am, and that obviously isn't going to happen tonight).
Anywho, tonight shall be dinner at Kobe to celebrate Sarah's wedding anniversary (I keep telling her I'm going to be her date.) and then another late night while I try to knock out more fic.
I think that's about it. Did I remember to mention Captain's sister is having a baby? A little boy. I think that makes me an aunt. An aunt-in-law at the very least, right?
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