December 5th, 2006

bear by san

anybody else looking for a room-mate for Boskone?

because I am. *g*

Tally for this morning:

floors swept: 0
showers taken: 1
episodes of Torchwood watched while doing the morning email check: 1 (I know it's not actually the worst thing on TV, but if it has a redeeming characteristic other than pretty actors, I have yet to discover what that might be. Also I kind of adore how teh intarwebz are making it possible to watch the same bad television as friends in Korea, the UK, or Israel. World culture, baby. It's a reality. And we spend it on... John Barrowman in tight pants and trenchcoats)
cats fed: 1
hours overslept: 1.45 (has something to do with not getting to bed until two AM, admittedly)
pots of coffee made and consumed: 0 (soon to be remedied)
words written: 0 (also soon to be remedied, right after I correct this next item...)
yummy breakfasts eaten: 0

Avenue Jew:

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  • Current Music
    the 60 cycle hum my head is emitting
bear by san

It is exactly the wrong temperature in my apartment.

So, yeah, not such a productive morning. I've also now read Locus, taken off my old chipped toenail polish, filed down my guitar calluses and glued together a crack in one and moisturized them so they might stop snagging and cracking, taken my supplements (flax oil, borage oil, b vitamins, multivitamin with minerals, vitamin e), trimmed my nails, put peppermint foot lotion and fuzzy socks on my feet, put on a sweatshirt, taken it off because it was too warm, gotten cold, put on a different sweatshirt, taken it off because it was too warm, gotten cold, put on a light sweater that leaves me feeling just a little on the cool side, stared out the window, changed the music, weighed myself, been pestered repeatedly by the cat because I think all her toys are under the dresser again, sat crosslegged staring at the laptop so long my feet fell asleep, and not done the laundry or swept the floor. *g*

On the other hand, I've never had calluses that required maintenance before. I must be doing something right. And it's getting easier to trim my toenails, so I suspect project less-of-me is having some effect. Also, I dropped the assist on the pullup machine at the gym yesterday to 100 pounds, and still managed two sets of ten pull-ups. I am quite pleased with myself.

So I think I will sweep the floor and find the cat toys, and maybe eat some lunch, and then I really have to get my four-six pages done.

I even know what happens. My brain just won't lean into the traces and pull.

  • Current Music
    Patti Griffin - Tony
bear by san

I've got a blues band in the back and a beautician at the wheel.

[16:23] matociquala: Franklin was right. Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
[16:23] retrobabble: What if one doesn't drink beer?
[16:23] matociquala: then wine is. *g*
[16:23] [redacted]: indeed
[16:23] leahbobet: Or lagavulin.
[16:24] retrobabble: ahh. Phew.
[16:24] leahbobet: Where god wants us to be happy and have clear sinuses.
[16:24] matociquala: lagavulin is proof the devil wants our trade. *vbg*
[16:24] retrobabble: lol
[16:24] leahbobet: heeeeeeee
[16:24] leahbobet: No, that is the small cask bourbon.  *g*