Wow. I am 100% made of Boring today. I can’t even think of anything to natter inanely about. Damn. o.O miles to Isengard: 267.6 ytd miles swum: 14.3 ytd wordcount: 316,800
comparatively early-morning drive-by update
It’s nice out! It won’t last, and in fact was miserable when we walked to the gym three hours ago, but it’s nice out now! And I am happy! It doesn’t take much. :) I made the error, perhaps, of posting this on Labor Day, when not many people in the US were around, and so, though I’ve gotten some (excellent) responses, I’ll point people here again: in short, if you want to give me a short story idea, I might write it for you. :) Ardian sent me the…
Is it possible…
…that I know, via LJ or otherwise, someone in London with whom I could crash the evening of the 18th of September? I’m only going to be there basically long enough to do the signing, flying in the afternoon of the 18th and flying out on the 19th, but I am cheap and if I can avoid paying London hotel rates for even one night, that would be…nice. :) I’m thinking of doing a week’s worth of fiction postings at the end of the month. It may be an Internet…
sekrit message
for mony and esmerel: …ok, it was schmaltzy, but it wasn’t as barfity barf barf as I thought it would be. Now I will stop reading. :)
just stuff
Happy BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRTHDAY dear DEIIIIIIIIIIRDRE! Happy birthday to YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU! I am attempting to introduce this thing called a “weekend” into my life. My understanding is that “weekends” are like mini-vacations (which are not, it seems, tiny versions of where the Pope lives, after all) and come around every days. We went grocery shopping this morning. Ted said this was normal “weekend” behavior. I find participating in typical human rituals fascinating… We went into Dublin briefly yesterday. While having lunch, we saw James Cromwell. At least, I did. Ted is quite certain…