*waves languidly*
Dec. 18th, 2007 01:40 amHaven't been posting much because honestly, nothings been going on. This is because I am on vacation. I am one with the sloth. (The deadly sin kind, that is. Cute as the critter form is, I've heard they can be nasty little bastards and they have their own plant growth. I will adore them from slightly more of a distance, thank you.)
I've been hauling my rear end out of bed at hours late enough to horrify nightshift workers, largely due to the fact that I'm indulging my worst conditioned insomniac impulses. This will no doubt come back to bite me when I really can't get to sleep when classes start up again, but *handwave*
Also, I am currently baking cookies. Yes, it is closing in on 2 am. I blame
mmmchelle and
thegrrrl2002 and their latest. If you haven't read it yet, go do that, and then tell me you don't want cookies, too.
I have accomplished approximately nothing that I set out to do over break, but I still have hope and a few days. What I have done is written stuff. How did I forget how much fun John and Rodney are? It's a little like finding your favorite pair of fuzzy grey cotton socks in the bottom of the drawer and slipping them on to go dancing around your apartment ala Risky Business. I feel all toasty again, if slightly silly.
Meanwhile, my dastardly holiday plan is going... well, according to plan. The family has apparently had their big cohabitation readjustment battle already, and so should be settled in nicely by the time I roll into town. Mwahaha.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go eat oven-warm cookies and write a quietly freaking out John. I love my life. *g*
Also, I am currently baking cookies. Yes, it is closing in on 2 am. I blame
I have accomplished approximately nothing that I set out to do over break, but I still have hope and a few days. What I have done is written stuff. How did I forget how much fun John and Rodney are? It's a little like finding your favorite pair of fuzzy grey cotton socks in the bottom of the drawer and slipping them on to go dancing around your apartment ala Risky Business. I feel all toasty again, if slightly silly.
Meanwhile, my dastardly holiday plan is going... well, according to plan. The family has apparently had their big cohabitation readjustment battle already, and so should be settled in nicely by the time I roll into town. Mwahaha.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go eat oven-warm cookies and write a quietly freaking out John. I love my life. *g*