Waugh. The problem with getting up at a reasonable hour, where ‘reasonable’ is used in a way that I find alien and abhorrent, because it means ‘at 6:15 in the morning’, is that by 11:30 I’m quite sure it should be about 1pm, and I’m damned well ready for the day to be done. The work part of the day, anyway. It’s *beautiful* out. I want to go *play*. current mood: whiny
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Such. A. Geek.
Meet Risqe. Natural scrapper (ie, human martial artist). She’s as close to Chance as I could make on CoH. :)
bit of a laundry list
Erm. Um. V. small brain right now, for no real reason. *stares around* *laugh* Neither Ted nor Shaun noticed my new hair until they saw the picture on the website. Well, Ted sort of did, but he only had about 3 hours of sleep, and when he came home from a like 10 hour day at work he stood there and froooowwwned at my head in great uncertainty, and opted not to say anything. Shaun just plain didn’t notice. *laugh* Got up early enough this morgle to get a couple…
pudgy self
Speaking of my pudgy self, I couldn’t stand it anymore and rebleached my hair:
too many mirrors
The disadvantage to the hotel stay was that there were a zillion mirrors in the room (ok, 3) and I couldn’t do much of anything without having my pudgy self reflected back at me. I’m certainly feeling inspired to go to the gym now, at least. :P I have felt >< far from cutting my hair all weekend, but it's not my hair I'm unhappy with, it's my weight. Stupid brain. Got up late this morning and only got half a chapter revised, so I'll have to work on that…