Ted and Shaun tell me they’ve discussed it, and that I’ve lost all moral high ground because I stayed up too late reading RP logs the other night. Now, I ask you, is that fair? One night staying up too late reading fan fiction, and I’ve lost *all* moral high ground over the boys, who stay up too late reading fan fiction or playing video games? Ted further says that having *written* it counts *against* me rather than in my favor. Hrmph.
(I’ll grant you that the number of nights I stayed up too late *writing* these things easily rivals the number of nights Ted’s stayed up too late reading HPFF, but I don’t think I’ve had an RP session that ran to 3:30 in the morning this millennium. My sins are in the past! And I’ve lost all moral high ground? Hmph!)
(I obviously need a fanfic icon. Maybe I’ll make a little Kit icon before I post this.)
On a completely unrelated note, I made a bloody excellent loaf of bread yesterday. We accidentally got coarse-ground whole wheat flour, and so I somewhat tentatively used a cup of it in the bread. I *thought* it would probably lend the bread a nice nutty flavor and some texture, and I was right. It’s really good. It’s dried out a little more than I’d wanted it to by today, so I perhaps need to use more water next time, but mmm, it’s nummy. I made an equally yummy batch of raisin bar cookies, too. The end of the holiday season is approaching, here, with Ted’s birthday on Friday and Mom’s next week, so time is short for having goodies in the house. A german chocolate cake for Ted, and probably a pecan sour cream cake for Mom, ’cause Gavin can’t eat chocolate, and then NOOOO MOOOOORE GOODIES. My mouth is disappointed, but my waistline will be glad.
On another unrelated note, apparently the manuscript for FIREBIRD DECEPTION–the edits on which are due back on the 25th–did not get sent last week like it was supposed to have. Which means unless by some unlikely chance it arrives in Dublin today, I’m going to have to spend a day (hopefully only a day) lurking at Mom & Dad’s waiting for it to arrive. *sigh* These things happen, but nrgh. Twice in a row. Nrgh. I told the guy who was supposed to have sent them that if they’re late it’s his fault. Really, unless something extraordinary happens, they won’t be late, but nrgh.
All right, then. Time to get a drink and go to work.
I managed to stay out until *4 AM* roleplaying on Saturday. It was weird. I feel all….college-like…all of a sudden. It’s nice to know I can still do that though now, unlike then, I know it’s a bad idea to do it regularly. :)
I think that relative to them, you still have the moral high ground. And you can tell them that I said so. Complete with raspberries.