Oranges: good. Mint-flavored dental floss: good. Oranges followed by a mint-flavored dental floss chaser: bad. o.O
woot!
Making an excellent case for myself, I managed to do this project I’ve been farting around on for a month in about 4 hours this morning. Of course, there are at least two more projects I’ve been dinking around not doing, and they’re both bigger than the one I finished, so while on one hand, woot! go me!, on the other, not done yet. Poor Shaun is having computer hell. He bought a new computer so he could play City of Heroes, but it turns out he needs a new…
regime change begins at home
I’m fed up with my ability to screw around all day and not accomplish any of my actual work. Because I seem to lack the discipline to be logged on to my social mu*s and work at the same time, starting immediately I will not be logging in to Too until I’ve finished my work for the day. This has been a public service announcement. A couple of days ago Ted, who was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, turned on the back porch light, only it didn’t turn on,…
waugh.
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
Such. A. Geek.
Meet Risqe. Natural scrapper (ie, human martial artist). She’s as close to Chance as I could make on CoH. :)