"I think my favorite time of the year is Spring. Don't you? Sure you do." (--Tom Lehrer, "Poisoning Pigeons In The Park")
Blue sky with a few poofy clouds, and so warm I'm tempted to wander around outside in a t-shirt. Spring (and summer, but mostly spring) is all about guilt, for me. I feel guilty if I go outside and enjoy the weather, because there's certainly things I should be getting accomplished inside - and especially this year, because Eor still can't leave the phones (hopefully that will change, soon, as they've got an intention to get someone else to do phone support). And of course I feel guilty if I'm inside because my Mom always used to shoo us outside, as children, saying we were "wasting this beautiful day" by being inside. No waste, waste is bad.
I've been at the laundrymat - left early to do the laundry so that I could see this way cute girl who I thought would be there, and she was, and we talked a little, so that was cool,:) but she's married, so that's a bit of a bummer - and while I was there I thought of all these things I wanted to write in my journal. But on returning I got the war update from Eor, and that completely derailed my train of thought.
He doesn't have much to do, while manning the phones, besides read all the different news reports (U.S. and U.K.), compare, contrast, and track all the backpeddling. And he's got a really good memory, and nobody else to talk with about this stuff, so when I walk in the door I get bombarded with information. He's always like that about the news... which is why I don't bother to read the news, myself. Wouldn't want to steal his enjoyment of repeating it to me.;) I keep telling him he should get back to doing his own LiveJournal, but he complains the only people who read it were me and Licking_Suntan. Which is a shame, it was good stuff. (Hey, everyone, if you read some of his stuff and comment him, maybe he'll start back up again.;))
I have to pull myself away from this - I need to put away laundry, put the sheets back on the bed, do the grocery shopping, and hopefully write more on my Slash-the-Slashers. That's really hard for me to write, especially as I never read femmeslash. I'm strictly an m/m fan; femmeslash is nearly as boring as het, a big waste of my time... can't have waste. Especially when I seem to have so little time to call my own, in this all too brief life. I started reading afrai's new Aziraphale-made-mortal story, (Living Arrangements) and have sat down at least 3 times to continue reading, but can't sit uninterupted for long enough to finish. (It's really really good, so far - I love her descriptions of the former angel trying to deal with being human: "Aziraphale had to breathe all the time now. It was really beginning to irritate him. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale -- it nagged at him, like the ticking of a clock that hung on the edges of hearing, just loud enough to annoy. And it wouldn't end, apparently, until he was dead. His mortality hung over him like smog." I can relate to that - *sigh*.) Bleh. Going shopping.
Blue sky with a few poofy clouds, and so warm I'm tempted to wander around outside in a t-shirt. Spring (and summer, but mostly spring) is all about guilt, for me. I feel guilty if I go outside and enjoy the weather, because there's certainly things I should be getting accomplished inside - and especially this year, because Eor still can't leave the phones (hopefully that will change, soon, as they've got an intention to get someone else to do phone support). And of course I feel guilty if I'm inside because my Mom always used to shoo us outside, as children, saying we were "wasting this beautiful day" by being inside. No waste, waste is bad.
I've been at the laundrymat - left early to do the laundry so that I could see this way cute girl who I thought would be there, and she was, and we talked a little, so that was cool,:) but she's married, so that's a bit of a bummer - and while I was there I thought of all these things I wanted to write in my journal. But on returning I got the war update from Eor, and that completely derailed my train of thought.
He doesn't have much to do, while manning the phones, besides read all the different news reports (U.S. and U.K.), compare, contrast, and track all the backpeddling. And he's got a really good memory, and nobody else to talk with about this stuff, so when I walk in the door I get bombarded with information. He's always like that about the news... which is why I don't bother to read the news, myself. Wouldn't want to steal his enjoyment of repeating it to me.;) I keep telling him he should get back to doing his own LiveJournal, but he complains the only people who read it were me and Licking_Suntan. Which is a shame, it was good stuff. (Hey, everyone, if you read some of his stuff and comment him, maybe he'll start back up again.;))
I have to pull myself away from this - I need to put away laundry, put the sheets back on the bed, do the grocery shopping, and hopefully write more on my Slash-the-Slashers. That's really hard for me to write, especially as I never read femmeslash. I'm strictly an m/m fan; femmeslash is nearly as boring as het, a big waste of my time... can't have waste. Especially when I seem to have so little time to call my own, in this all too brief life. I started reading afrai's new Aziraphale-made-mortal story, (Living Arrangements) and have sat down at least 3 times to continue reading, but can't sit uninterupted for long enough to finish. (It's really really good, so far - I love her descriptions of the former angel trying to deal with being human: "Aziraphale had to breathe all the time now. It was really beginning to irritate him. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale -- it nagged at him, like the ticking of a clock that hung on the edges of hearing, just loud enough to annoy. And it wouldn't end, apparently, until he was dead. His mortality hung over him like smog." I can relate to that - *sigh*.) Bleh. Going shopping.
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Don't I know everything about guilt in springtime! It flowers, huh?
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