im on ur desk demandin’ ur attention (i will give a book of their choice to whoever comes up with the best LOLcat macro for this picture.)
NEH, cat
512 pages. 119K. Two chapters left. Unless there’s one. @.@ This is _so_ much the NEH. I think I’ll finish today, though. We’re going to go have lunch with Sammy and Myles and then I think probably I’ll just come home and work until it’s done. When I am done, I will watch Alias. Possibly several episodes, even if Ted thinks we should pace ourselves since it’s the last season and all we’ve got left. :) When I’m done, I’ve got to revise the revisions. Hopefully that will be a…
fiiiiiiiiive huuuuuundred paaaaaaaages
500 pages. 116,400 words. Two chapters left. Unless there’s three. There could always be three. But God, I hope not. :)
-breaks down laughing-
threatens to write Walker Papers fan fiction starring Petite, Morrison’s Avalon, and Gary’s cab. :) Silkie says, “Iit’s hard not to imagine the cab snorting, “She’s waaaaaay out of your league, buddy,” to the Avalon.” Silkie | Avalon huffed irritably. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I was just going to give her a ticket.” Cab snickered. “Sure. I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing her rear bumper for quite a while now.” Silkie | Petite slipped alongside the other two cars. “What are you two talking about?” “Ol’ Avvie over…
cats: 1. cast: 0
Zilli just took his cast off. I heard a sharp, not exactly pained, MEOW! and went downstairs to investigate. Zilli was sitting about three feet away from his cast, licking his paw. I think the little shit outsmarted it. Judging from its location–right next to the bookcase, where I’d seen him lying with his leg under it earlier–I think he figured out that if it was slipping he could get it off, and I think he put his leg under the bookcase and scraped it off. As said, “…gotta admire…