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May. 8th, 2012 11:44 am( Deutsch )
I am way, way too asleep for more than that paragraph. Slept like crap last night and it seems to be taking its toll. On the plus side, I am not digging into the still somewhat massive bag of peanut M&Ms, but am having a nice healthy small cup of vanilla greek yogurt and some craisins and walnuts. Go me. Can I have my nap yet?
No word from the plumbers today which, given that I'm guessing it's a multi-day job, they might not have started till this morning, and they've got my phone number to call me if there's any problems, I'm taking that as a good sign. Hopefully I'll know more tomorrow or Thursday. I have to say, it's kind of fun to be slowly developing a network of home repair contractors. So far I have a hardwood flooring guy, a plumber (or two, really), and the plumber knows an electrician who can help with the mass of twisty wires all alike in the garage and utility room. I'm actually getting to the point where this is even relevant, too. Which is amazing. It's a really good feeling. I'm going to be spending so much money at Home Depot you guys I cannot even. I will also be writing a nasty letter to Lowes saying "Dude, I have this ginormous project of ginormousness and BECAUSE YOU SUCK AND CAVE TO HATE GROUPS YOU WILL NOT BE GETTING ANY OF MY MONEY. No love, me."
For those of you who have been following my Sasha Roiz crush, I bring you dancing. O Captain my Captain. Oh Sasha. I love you. Come live under my bed. (Actually, don't, it might be cramped under there for you Mr. Tree Man.)
Right. I have Shit To Do. Finishing yogurt and this post, and then working on at least thefirst chunk of writing down sentences to practice in Japanese because I need to get my ass moving on that. Then checking in. Then Japanese, writing, and packing tonight. This seems like a solid plan of things I can actually get done today. Plus there will be Chinese buffet at that not really new but they renovated it and slapped a new name on it place. That ought to be nice.
Oh, now I'm awake again. And possibly hyper.
Oh. And in the category of there are only 500 people in the world, I just discovered that Maurice Sendak was the uncle of one of my aunts' childhood friends she still keeps in touch with. Suddenly I have a plethora of stories I'm not sure I wanted. Oops.
I am way, way too asleep for more than that paragraph. Slept like crap last night and it seems to be taking its toll. On the plus side, I am not digging into the still somewhat massive bag of peanut M&Ms, but am having a nice healthy small cup of vanilla greek yogurt and some craisins and walnuts. Go me. Can I have my nap yet?
No word from the plumbers today which, given that I'm guessing it's a multi-day job, they might not have started till this morning, and they've got my phone number to call me if there's any problems, I'm taking that as a good sign. Hopefully I'll know more tomorrow or Thursday. I have to say, it's kind of fun to be slowly developing a network of home repair contractors. So far I have a hardwood flooring guy, a plumber (or two, really), and the plumber knows an electrician who can help with the mass of twisty wires all alike in the garage and utility room. I'm actually getting to the point where this is even relevant, too. Which is amazing. It's a really good feeling. I'm going to be spending so much money at Home Depot you guys I cannot even. I will also be writing a nasty letter to Lowes saying "Dude, I have this ginormous project of ginormousness and BECAUSE YOU SUCK AND CAVE TO HATE GROUPS YOU WILL NOT BE GETTING ANY OF MY MONEY. No love, me."
For those of you who have been following my Sasha Roiz crush, I bring you dancing. O Captain my Captain. Oh Sasha. I love you. Come live under my bed. (Actually, don't, it might be cramped under there for you Mr. Tree Man.)
Right. I have Shit To Do. Finishing yogurt and this post, and then working on at least the
Oh, now I'm awake again. And possibly hyper.
Oh. And in the category of there are only 500 people in the world, I just discovered that Maurice Sendak was the uncle of one of my aunts' childhood friends she still keeps in touch with. Suddenly I have a plethora of stories I'm not sure I wanted. Oops.