it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

this is where the math gets very fuzzy

20090406 002Blogging from under the dog this morning, as he declares it COLD. Just about to get started on hacking together a coherent narrative in the third of Grail I have written, day six thousand. Today needs to be a productive sort of a day.

Poor dog. His zombie soccer ball is frozen, which means it's not nice to pick up and carry. I took pity on him and brought it into the house to thaw. Which means there's a zombie soccer ball melting by the kitchen door, but what are you gonna do?

He would like me to turn off the cold please. There was a great deal of jumping and NO!s this morning at 6:45 AM when we were outside trying to convince him that yes, he really does have to go pee outside even when it's cold. Can't wait for January.

My eyes are not working well today: everything is blurry and itchy. I am not in love with this situation, but what cannot be cured must be endured.

Today's tea mug: "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me"
Today's tea: just gunpowder green. I was feeling uninspired.
Today's morning temperature: 24 degrees

All right, coffee break over, back on your heads.
Tags: tea, the daily commute, the writer at work

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