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Oy. Middle of the night ... again.
I'm so unpredictably predictable.
Well, I'll be toddling off in a few minutes.
The high and lowlights of the day. The groceries got delivered. But they didn't give me mandarins in juice. I need those for my special festive salad. Sigh. I braved the bitter cold to go to the Post Office. I knew there was a parcel but didn't know what. Yaaay. It was the incredible healing throat lozenges from England. With a lovely covering letter and a proper throat care booklet. Then, there was my clash with stupidity. I was using a knife to get the serrated cardboard holding the soft drinks open and stabbed a can of tonic water. It went Whoosh all over me, the stove burners and the floor. Oh, for crying out loud. Well, I'm still not in the mood to wash the kitchen floor, so just mopped it up with paper towel. But, tomorrow, definitely.
Wrote a fun sex fic for Giles (because he deserved it). That means only two more to go for 2006. Tomorrow I'll write John a followup with a ghostly Nate; then, on the 31st I'm writing MYSELF into a Giles/Davies fic. Oh, get your minds out of the gutter. Not like that. But it'll be fun.
Anyway, I'm off to catch some sleep ... whatever that is.
Silly hugs,
The Me of Me of Mighty Owliness
I'm so unpredictably predictable.
Well, I'll be toddling off in a few minutes.
The high and lowlights of the day. The groceries got delivered. But they didn't give me mandarins in juice. I need those for my special festive salad. Sigh. I braved the bitter cold to go to the Post Office. I knew there was a parcel but didn't know what. Yaaay. It was the incredible healing throat lozenges from England. With a lovely covering letter and a proper throat care booklet. Then, there was my clash with stupidity. I was using a knife to get the serrated cardboard holding the soft drinks open and stabbed a can of tonic water. It went Whoosh all over me, the stove burners and the floor. Oh, for crying out loud. Well, I'm still not in the mood to wash the kitchen floor, so just mopped it up with paper towel. But, tomorrow, definitely.
Wrote a fun sex fic for Giles (because he deserved it). That means only two more to go for 2006. Tomorrow I'll write John a followup with a ghostly Nate; then, on the 31st I'm writing MYSELF into a Giles/Davies fic. Oh, get your minds out of the gutter. Not like that. But it'll be fun.
Anyway, I'm off to catch some sleep ... whatever that is.
Silly hugs,
The Me of Me of Mighty Owliness
