This is mony’s fault: What Mythological Creature Are you? And this is Starling’s fault: Find out which Buffy villian you are most like! (followed by: Glory, the Mayor (which is what I expected to come up as), Vampire Willow, Angelus, Warren/Jonathan, Faith, Angel, Drusilla, Spike) Now I’m going to go finish cleaning up kitty shit and take the dog for a walk. Don’t I know how to have fun?
on the way to bed
Well, I did at least some of my homework for class. I need to go by Title Wave and get a book of nudes, or something, so I have photos to work from for the full-body sketches. No writing so far tonight, and I suspect bed instead of writing. Well, I’ll do a little bit, at least, so I’m not a total slacker. Went to the gym tonight, or to the pool, anyway. Guy in the lane with me was having a discussion with the guy in the next lane…
Did I say … ?
Did I say . . . ? No, I see that I haven’t. Or at least, skimming over this doesn’t turn it up, so. I’ve been working 50 or 60 hour weeks most of the time since about last October. Sometimes more. I mean, even with farting around, I’ve still been working 40 hours on work, pretty much. This last weekend is the first one I can remember for sure this year that I haven’t worked. And you know what? I’m not doing this crap anymore. 40 hours a week.…
headache
Headachy. Too hot. Blah. Brought the dog outside for a walk this morning, thought, “Wow, it’s warm! It must be 40 degrees!” Came in, booted up the computer, checked ADN’s webpage and lo, it was 40 degrees. I’m so cool. :) We seem to have animals puking all over the place. One of them vomited on Annie’s bed. Yucko.
heh
So yesterday I brought my new signed Rogue comic (Rogue limited series, cover signed by writer and artist, and ‘remarked’ by the artist — a head shot of Rogue drawn on the cover, #5 of 299) over to be framed, and the guy said, “Are you in a hurry? Is a week soon enough?” And then called 3 hours later and said it was finished. Hee hee. So we just went over and got it, and it looks /very/ spiffy, and so I am smug. Smug smug. Next, I’m going…