Why is it that, even though stretching feels so gosh-darned good, I will put it off in favor of reading and drinking endless cups of tea? Not that reading and endless cups of tea are in any way bad, mind you. Still, I'm not even that enamoured (My spell checker says I don't need that second 'u.' That's how the word is spelled, isn't it? I need a proper English spellchecker.) of the book ("Sick Puppy," Carl Hiaason). I didn't even do my weekly fic roundup, which I really should have - there's a few things I'm eager to put on it. Oh well, tomorrow. I have an hour less time tomorrow, though, as I have a doctor's appointment at 10:30.
I dreamed about
matushan a few days ago. I dreamed that she had two little boys (as well as her little girl, who I think was around 12-ish). I guess that's a statement of how long I suppose it will be before we see her again.
I suppose I should go. At 7AM I had the car all cleaned off of snow, but it continued snowing, so I'll have to do more. Also, I think I have to stop and buy a new box o' soup for lunches, as I'm pretty sure I finished the last one yesterday.
I dreamed about
I suppose I should go. At 7AM I had the car all cleaned off of snow, but it continued snowing, so I'll have to do more. Also, I think I have to stop and buy a new box o' soup for lunches, as I'm pretty sure I finished the last one yesterday.
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