I got up this morning convinced it was Tuesday. That’s just not a great way to start the week. We were halfway through our morning ablutions before I realized all my plans for the day were based on activities that weren’t going to happen because it was only Monday. Agh. I got a new phone. It has the same number as the last one, so if you think I should have your phone number, send me a text with your name in it so I know who you are. :)…
I dreamed that Paul Cornell, Oisin McGann, myself, and three other authors were part of a La Femme Nikita-style black ops team. “Oh, I’m worried,” said Ted when I told him this, but Oisin murdered and fridged one of the other team members for ordering an unauthorized steak dinner, so apparently we were not to be messed with. O.O “Your real memories are surfacing again,” Paul said, and Oisin said, “I’m hurt that you think I could fridge a team member, Catie.” I do love my friends. (My brain, I’m…
Probably while I was at Starbucks writing this afternoon. It was in the pocket of my coat, which was hanging over the back of my chair, and apparently it proved too great a temptation for some dickhead. I noticed it was missing as I was leaving the mall, and went back to both the restrooms I’d used and the Starbucks to see if it had fallen and been turned in. Not, it appears, so much. I called it as soon as I got a chance, and it had been set…
I keep thinking, man, I need to sort everything and clean everything and get it ready to pack. Really what I should do is sort and clean as I pack, thus killing three birds with one stone. It’ll be at least three weeks before we’re in danger of moving, and possibly a couple-three months, so it’s certainly time enough, and would be by far the most sensible way to do things. All I need is someone to keep me company while I do all that work. @.@ :)
*laughs* So this morning I was writing and had a moment of Irish English vs. American English struggle, and commented on Twitter: I swear, the Irish phrasings that slip in. “At the weekend.” Americans don’t say that. I catch most of them while typing, but I swear. It’s caused a great stir on Twitter. *laughs* Irish and British people are going, “Er, what else would you say?” and are clutching their poor heads and wailing at my explanation of “on the weekend.” It’s the little stuff, I tell you. It’s…