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electriclandIt may, in fact, be spring!
It's not quite walking around in a sundress at midnight (which is what I always dream of in the depths of winter), but walking around in a tank top and linen pants at 9 p.m. is partway there, right? Even with a leather jacket on top. The Claremont had its glass garage-door rolled up and loads of people sitting at the front, although no outside tables yet. The Dairy Queen was also doing a roaring trade. All in all, very promising.
The grocery store, unfortunately, decided to close at 5. Bastards. However, to compensate, the used bookstore decided to stay open past 9. I was strong and didn't buy anything, although I was tempted by something called "Birds of Prey" by David Drake. Aliens invade late-Empire Rome. Anyone know anything about this?
Trying to decide if I should cook anything. I'm still all full of lunch thanks to cousins (who also had sinful mini chocolate truffle eggs — soooo good). Cousin J was there, turns out she is now in an anorexia treatment program at the Douglas; seems to be doing well (anyway, they let her out for a meal) although I don't think it's something you ever recover from completely. She's taller than me and was down below 100 pounds at one point. Scary. Andrew and Mari-Ellen also there, also Mike; all in very good spirits. Andrew's going to look out the name of the B&B they stayed at in Glasgow for me.
Kitchen is still a work in progress but I have cleaned the bathroom. Well, it's smaller than the kitchen. Floor proved to be more revolting than I had realized so it's likely a good thing.
Think I'm going to try & work at home tomorrow; I'll go in for a couple of hours but I do get more done at home, and I have 3 storyboards to put together.
It's not quite walking around in a sundress at midnight (which is what I always dream of in the depths of winter), but walking around in a tank top and linen pants at 9 p.m. is partway there, right? Even with a leather jacket on top. The Claremont had its glass garage-door rolled up and loads of people sitting at the front, although no outside tables yet. The Dairy Queen was also doing a roaring trade. All in all, very promising.
The grocery store, unfortunately, decided to close at 5. Bastards. However, to compensate, the used bookstore decided to stay open past 9. I was strong and didn't buy anything, although I was tempted by something called "Birds of Prey" by David Drake. Aliens invade late-Empire Rome. Anyone know anything about this?
Trying to decide if I should cook anything. I'm still all full of lunch thanks to cousins (who also had sinful mini chocolate truffle eggs — soooo good). Cousin J was there, turns out she is now in an anorexia treatment program at the Douglas; seems to be doing well (anyway, they let her out for a meal) although I don't think it's something you ever recover from completely. She's taller than me and was down below 100 pounds at one point. Scary. Andrew and Mari-Ellen also there, also Mike; all in very good spirits. Andrew's going to look out the name of the B&B they stayed at in Glasgow for me.
Kitchen is still a work in progress but I have cleaned the bathroom. Well, it's smaller than the kitchen. Floor proved to be more revolting than I had realized so it's likely a good thing.
Think I'm going to try & work at home tomorrow; I'll go in for a couple of hours but I do get more done at home, and I have 3 storyboards to put together.
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Date: 2003-04-20 06:46 pm (UTC)Gut instinct is stay away: back writing inside.
Yeah, your bathroom floor.
Ack. Scary on a stick.