Feeling most decidedly better today. Especially after I went back to bed after training. As said before, whoever decided that 8:30 in the goddamn morning was a good time to sit around, pat each other on the back, smile all the time, and talk about finances... that person should be shot.
I feel like Dougray Scott in Mission: Impossible 2... "You know what the worst part about playing you was...? Having to smile like an idiot every fifteen minutes!"
Things are going better... Pirate!John and Little b. were over last night, which meant I had someone intelligent to talk to besides the bf. We had fun tossing snarky comments back and forth, keeping score, and actually discussing what we were going to do in the game. Pirate!John also flipped through the history book I was taking notes in, and we both decided to buy a copy of a similar book.
Reviews came pouring in... I guess they'd been delayed by the worm or something. So people are still reading my fics, they didn't all get bored and run away. I feel better. Although someone did respond with an (equally pretentious, since they called me pretentious. Which, on occasion I have been accused of being. Oh well) insulting, anonymous post to my explicitely labeled whine. Silly bugger. If it bothers you to see me whine, skip the section marked 'whine'. And next time, have the courage to actually do it and say who you are.
Ah well.
Feeding the kitty a treat. I adore my kitten. She's growing pretty big, she seems to be fine with her stubby little remainder of a tail, and she's getting along good with the other white cat that they found, Alan. It's so cute.. they do everything opposite or in tandem. If she lies down at the head of the bed, he'll be at the foot with his head opposite of hers (at her feet) facing each other. They wash each other in synch. It's adorable.
qwssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
That's what the cat had to say, as she walked on the keyboard.
Okay.. I'm hungry, so I'm going to go have a sandwich. And then maybe I'll sit down and write, or maybe just sit and relax. It's been a weird, rough week.
I feel like Dougray Scott in Mission: Impossible 2... "You know what the worst part about playing you was...? Having to smile like an idiot every fifteen minutes!"
Things are going better... Pirate!John and Little b. were over last night, which meant I had someone intelligent to talk to besides the bf. We had fun tossing snarky comments back and forth, keeping score, and actually discussing what we were going to do in the game. Pirate!John also flipped through the history book I was taking notes in, and we both decided to buy a copy of a similar book.
Reviews came pouring in... I guess they'd been delayed by the worm or something. So people are still reading my fics, they didn't all get bored and run away. I feel better. Although someone did respond with an (equally pretentious, since they called me pretentious. Which, on occasion I have been accused of being. Oh well) insulting, anonymous post to my explicitely labeled whine. Silly bugger. If it bothers you to see me whine, skip the section marked 'whine'. And next time, have the courage to actually do it and say who you are.
Ah well.
Feeding the kitty a treat. I adore my kitten. She's growing pretty big, she seems to be fine with her stubby little remainder of a tail, and she's getting along good with the other white cat that they found, Alan. It's so cute.. they do everything opposite or in tandem. If she lies down at the head of the bed, he'll be at the foot with his head opposite of hers (at her feet) facing each other. They wash each other in synch. It's adorable.
qwssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
That's what the cat had to say, as she walked on the keyboard.
Okay.. I'm hungry, so I'm going to go have a sandwich. And then maybe I'll sit down and write, or maybe just sit and relax. It's been a weird, rough week.