Stoli and Tang

You can't even taste the alcohol. Actually hasn't even started hitting me yet, either. I was just dancing around the kitchen, to swing music - Eor's moved his Mac in there. He's been having problems with headaches when he works out in the front room where we keep the computers, lately. Funny thing, too, I had a wicked headache, but a few minutes in the kitchen and it cleared up. Hm. We shall have to investigate this phenomenon.

I have now officially been slashed for the first time - yay! :) So Poet stole large chunks of Red Dwarf dialogue, at least I got cast as my favorite character - as I told her, I'd like nothing better than to slob around the universe eating curry and playing bad ska guitar. That's about what I do now, only without the guitar, as I'm too easily distractable by shiney objects to play guitar. I mused to Eor that maybe I should take up guitar, and he rolled his eyes at me.;) Anyway, I'll archive that fic on my site as soon as I get permission. Though I'm not sure where I'll put it. Hm. Maybe I'll make a new page for other people's writings... It'll be mostly links to other people's pages, though.

Okay, I've got to go spend time with my cat. Eor has just come to inform me that she desires my company. Apparently she's told him so in no uncertain terms, by sniffing my jacket, then walking to the door she can't get through, which I'm on the other side of.