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Semi night owl here.
And I lied. Sorta. Kinda. When I said at 4:00 a.m. that I was going to bed, I delayed it. Because the 200 Ep. of Stargate had finished d/ling and I just had to (had to, I tell you) watch it and giggle. So I really didn't get to sleep until 6.
Woke up around 10:30 and checked to see if John had sent me an e-mail. Yes. So I called him and asked if he wanted to come over. He said only if I could provide him with one thing. I already knew what he wanted. Which is how I ended up with a tall, strong, naked man in my bathroom. Oh, get your minds out of the gutter. His hot water tank is malfunctioning and, no matter how many trips the hydro guys make to his place, he barely has lukewarm stuff coming out of the showerhead. So, of course, I was thrilled to provide him with some of the amenities of home. I provided the shampoo; he brought his own towel and conditioner.
While he was in the shower, I heated up the ratatouille and cooked some pasta. Together with a glass of White Merlot, that was lunch (and actually brekkie for me). Then we got down to work. Well, he did mostly. We folded up my exercise machine and slid it against the wall. Then he got down under my desk to affix my new keyboard tray. Woo-hoo. I'm not used to typing in correct body position. And then we both took out lots of paper to recycling.
When he left at 4, I called M. to mention that John had been over. We talked only for a few minutes and M. went back to painting and I decided that I really needed a nap. So I only woke up when W-T rang to let me know what times my rides would be tomorrow. And that was at 9. So, definitely a good sleep.
I lurked about on LJ, did a few of the commenty things. M. was very late in calling me and I mentioned I hadn't yet eaten. I was told to Go.Eat. So I snagged the leftover pasta and veggies and poured myself another glass of the Merlot.
Earlier I finally made the drunken fruitcake and tipsy cherry pound cake, pouring liberal amounts of Apricot Brandy for the first and Cherry Whisky for the second. Well, they'll only be slightly inebriated, with only a one-week immersion.
Wrote my drabble very, very quickly. Well, it wasn't too hard, considering that the word I'd already chosen was Pout. Easy as pie. Which is a good thing, because I'm exhausted again and there's church in the morning and I'm on duty and la-la-la-la.
I'm still only half caught up with the flist, so take a break already, why don't you!
Silly, exasperated hugs,
The Queen of Me!
And I lied. Sorta. Kinda. When I said at 4:00 a.m. that I was going to bed, I delayed it. Because the 200 Ep. of Stargate had finished d/ling and I just had to (had to, I tell you) watch it and giggle. So I really didn't get to sleep until 6.
Woke up around 10:30 and checked to see if John had sent me an e-mail. Yes. So I called him and asked if he wanted to come over. He said only if I could provide him with one thing. I already knew what he wanted. Which is how I ended up with a tall, strong, naked man in my bathroom. Oh, get your minds out of the gutter. His hot water tank is malfunctioning and, no matter how many trips the hydro guys make to his place, he barely has lukewarm stuff coming out of the showerhead. So, of course, I was thrilled to provide him with some of the amenities of home. I provided the shampoo; he brought his own towel and conditioner.
While he was in the shower, I heated up the ratatouille and cooked some pasta. Together with a glass of White Merlot, that was lunch (and actually brekkie for me). Then we got down to work. Well, he did mostly. We folded up my exercise machine and slid it against the wall. Then he got down under my desk to affix my new keyboard tray. Woo-hoo. I'm not used to typing in correct body position. And then we both took out lots of paper to recycling.
When he left at 4, I called M. to mention that John had been over. We talked only for a few minutes and M. went back to painting and I decided that I really needed a nap. So I only woke up when W-T rang to let me know what times my rides would be tomorrow. And that was at 9. So, definitely a good sleep.
I lurked about on LJ, did a few of the commenty things. M. was very late in calling me and I mentioned I hadn't yet eaten. I was told to Go.Eat. So I snagged the leftover pasta and veggies and poured myself another glass of the Merlot.
Earlier I finally made the drunken fruitcake and tipsy cherry pound cake, pouring liberal amounts of Apricot Brandy for the first and Cherry Whisky for the second. Well, they'll only be slightly inebriated, with only a one-week immersion.
Wrote my drabble very, very quickly. Well, it wasn't too hard, considering that the word I'd already chosen was Pout. Easy as pie. Which is a good thing, because I'm exhausted again and there's church in the morning and I'm on duty and la-la-la-la.
I'm still only half caught up with the flist, so take a break already, why don't you!
Silly, exasperated hugs,
The Queen of Me!
