It’s 6:40am and I’ve been hopelessly awake for almost an hour, thanks to a wracking cough and high pressure system in my sinus cavities. I am exhausted and smell of Vicks Vapor Rub, and all I want is to get some more sleep. The cats, on the other hand, want me to feed them. *tries to sleep*
I am tired of all the news in the news that is bad. Today would be a nice day for people to tell me something good that’s happened to them lately. miles to Dunharrow: 87.6
a nice day
When I peel Christmas oranges I usually manage to get a half or a third of the skin off in one piece. I have, as long as I can remember, then tidily stacked the smaller bits within the larger curve, and then set about eating the orange. It has never struck me as an odd thing to do, but I just discovered my husband finds it charming and funny, because it’s so very tidy, and I’m not usually. So now I’m amused by it too. I have just been informed…
early morning conversation
Kit: I had a dream that Colin Farrell was an alien. Ted: That…explains absolutely nothing about Colin Farrell. Kit: He was alone and desperately trying to fit in amongst his chosen people. Ted: …the over-sexed Irish?
Best Chance commentary so far :)
My friend Stella hit the comic shop with her 6 year old son today: Walking into Source Games, for Robin, was like walking into Paradise. A whole wall of action figures (yes, I know we grown-ups call them ‘scale models’ or ‘figurines’, but call a spade a spade, ok?) done up in Steampunkly glory. A neon SUPERMAN sign. Comic books on all the walls. So we collect comic books first, and I pretty much grab everything non-Spiderman that says “Marvel Adventures” on it, then grab 2 copies of TAKE A…