My sleep schedule’s slightly whacked. I need to be setting my alarm for half an hour earlier, or something, because when 6am rolls around I’m deep in REM sleep and boy, there is just no waking up. Staying up late is easy, though. Grah. Tired. I ended up walking on Friday after all, a total of 6 miles, the longer leg of which I did with my MP3 player, which made it a great deal less boring. I didn’t get as much walking done on the actual weekend days as…
itch
I am in a just-constant-enough state of low-grade sunburn to also be in a constant state of itch. But I dast not itch, because that will leave great vicious white slashes of pain across my delicate skin. I could, of course, not go outside for a few days while it all healed up, but I don’t think so. Gaming last night was fun, once we got started. It took us like two hours, between dinner and trying to decide what we were going to do, to get started. :) Then…
nothign to say :)
See, I updated my miles last night, and so today I don’t have anything much to say! Except I got all the paperwork necessary for Deirdre’s and my Irish passports, and Ted’s post-nuptial citizenship application. I’m going to deal with all this now.
Goodness, that was bad!
We watched Absolon, which was every bit as bad as we anticipated, and then some. It did, however, have a Highlander reference that made Ted and I shout with laughter, and the sex scene made us say, “Well, at least she didn’t stab him first…” I also finally got around to reading Neil Gaiman’s Coraline, which is the second creepiest book I’ve ever read. (The first is The House With The Clock in its Walls, by John Bellair.) It was quite wonderful. I enjoyed it a great deal. I shall…
orange skies
Must, must, *must* start laundry as soon as I’m done with this entry. The skies are orange this morning, with shadows blocked out on my walls in a delicate peach that suggests curling up in warmth and comfort, not wildfires ranging three hundred miles north of me. I’ve redyed my stripe back to brown and cut off the anime flips. We’ll see if this is enough change to keep me from cutting my hair; it certainly seems different to *me*. Ted and I were going to go see The Terminal…