Would you look at the time?

I was gonna post earlier but I got caught up doing other shit, I didn't get 'round to it.

What other shit?

Well, first Frodis and I had a bath. Originally, it was just going to be Frodis getting a bath, but a wet rat repeatedly crawling up my arm ensured I got one too.

He is totally pissed because not only did he get a bath, but Dad also changed his bed and he HATES that. He's ignoring us both now.

I spent a little time reading more of White Shark. I had to give my eyes a rest from staring at the computer screen. For some reason, I felt like I'd been staring at it forever. Oddly enough, I got nothing done while I was staring at it.

Then I decided to aggrevate my eyes again by starting to html Conscience of a Thief for The Insanity Myth. That's going to take a little while and I decided that instead of sitting down and doing it all at once like I normally do, I'd just do it a little bit at a time. That should keep me from HTMLing things in my sleep.

Then I wrote an LAS fic in ten minutes. No seriously. That's pretty much how long it took me. I had the idea, I did it. Boom. All done. I wish I could be as quick and satisfied with all my work.

I capped off my night by doing a rather unexpected and tedious little bit of summin' summin'.

And, now I see what time it is and think to myself, "Go to bed, you twit!"

I think I will.

I was amused yesterday

And, forgot to mention it.

I was standing in the doorway of the living room. Dad walks over to the wall next to me and turns on the light switch. Lamp three feet away doesn't come on. Dad turns it off and then turns it on again. We both kinda look at each other. Dad walks over to the lamp and goes to check the bulb. Before he can touch it, the lamp comes on.

There was horrified staring at the lamp while backing up followed by a dead run into the kitchen by both of us while screaming "GHOSTS!"

Like I said...we make our own kind of entertainment here.

Then later that night, there was this gem of a comment from winged_fire about authors of bad smut fic...

Sometimes it'd be kinda nice to find the person that wrote it and see how they can sleep at night...you know...pick up some tips from em.

And, then there was the orchistrating of World War III with waterdaughter. Disney vs. Walmart. Only available on PPV. Can't say much more than that. It's classified.

Psst...This is a new icon, too. Those pics of Dominic made me have an ovary shattering orgasm on sight, they did.

Sing it baby

It's probably going to be an early night for me. I gotta get up early to babysit Hammie tomorrow. I get to take her to gymnastics and watch her beat up the other children. Fun.

Dad and I are also getting her Tuesday. We're gonna take her carpet shopping and she's gonna go with us when we take Whatcha Doin' C'mere to the vet. That's definitely going to be an adventure and a half.

Dad was watching Jaws 2 earlier and screaming at the tv. "SWIM EDDIE! SWIM! It ain't gonna help ya. SWIM!!!!"

He also cleaned out the fridge which involved him having a conversation with a tub of cool whip and finding a container of cottage cheese that expired in October.

Neither one of us were brave enough to look in it to see what the next stage of milk decomposition is after cottage cheese.

I have been a slug all day.

The end.