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talkingsoup) wrote2006-08-16 08:20 pm
talkingsoup) wrote2006-08-16 08:20 pm
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Cooking Is So Fun, Cooking Is So Fun...
...now it's time to take a break and see what we have done!
Jeezus, now the Chiyo-chan song is stuck in my head.
So I woke up, stood up and felt like I had an armadillo trying to claw its way out of my insides, ever the reminder that being female is not all kittens and birdsong. I almost passed out. Lay back down with the blessed hotpad for awhile, got up, ate breakfast, chose what to cook for dinner tonight and then went back to sleep. Until 5:30. And then cooked dinner.
I hate this.
I went to bed at four last night but Liz woke me up a half an hour later to be rescued from some party in San Ramon. She didn't have a car. Actually it was an experience just getting out of the driveway, because the SUV was behind the van and I had like six inches of space. Got out without incident though--I was proud of myself. Rescued Liz, gave her her present I got in Pittsburg and went home at 6 to sleep.
During that whole philosophy thing last night and while I was dying in bed this morning I did managed to think over some things concerning where Mot is going to go next. Which is good I suppose.
I should probably start thinking about the third chapter of the fic, too.
When I'm not so dead.
Jeezus, now the Chiyo-chan song is stuck in my head.
So I woke up, stood up and felt like I had an armadillo trying to claw its way out of my insides, ever the reminder that being female is not all kittens and birdsong. I almost passed out. Lay back down with the blessed hotpad for awhile, got up, ate breakfast, chose what to cook for dinner tonight and then went back to sleep. Until 5:30. And then cooked dinner.
I hate this.
I went to bed at four last night but Liz woke me up a half an hour later to be rescued from some party in San Ramon. She didn't have a car. Actually it was an experience just getting out of the driveway, because the SUV was behind the van and I had like six inches of space. Got out without incident though--I was proud of myself. Rescued Liz, gave her her present I got in Pittsburg and went home at 6 to sleep.
During that whole philosophy thing last night and while I was dying in bed this morning I did managed to think over some things concerning where Mot is going to go next. Which is good I suppose.
I should probably start thinking about the third chapter of the fic, too.
When I'm not so dead.