oh, a PROPER post?
Jun. 27th, 2003 07:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
electriclandEvery now and then I notice that I'm not actually posting anything original or of more than passing interest. Bleh.
Today went better than I thought it would (I'm still at work but that's because I've been procrastinating all week and I still have 1 task to accomplish before I can get out of here for a 4-day weekend).
Wandered out of here last night far too late and got as far as Frite Alors (it's on my way to the bus stop, and they've decided to stay open until 5 a.m. on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays -- woohoo! hangover-warding-off-foodstuffs here we come!) where I decided that what I really, really needed was some frites avec sauce Américaine (mayo, paprika, shallots, garlic, onions, harissa). And once I was in there I thought I'd sit and have a beer and read some more Harry Potter. The waitress had finished it yesterday (she said she taught herself to read English better just for that and I was very impressed; she's still going to read the French version though). Resisted more food. Went home. Finished the book. Sat and was very hot. Talked to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crankygrrl who told me scary things about HP fic; the scarier thing is that my brain has been invaded by the strong temptation to write some Hermione/Snape fic and (ETA: the scariest part is...) I'm not sure if this is a good idea or a really terrible one.
Tomorrow: post-Fringe party yay! Sunday: cottage, first time this year. I am sooo ready to lie on the dock and do nothing, although it will be crawling with motorboats as always. I don't care.
Still listening to "Kite" nonstop. Some of the songs (like this one) I don't entirely get but love anyway.
Now don't wake me up again
Don't let me feel anything
But when you go
Let me dream that I go with you
So I won't cry myself dry anymore
Mothers ruin
Their own little girls
Keep them dreaming
There's more to this world
But turn her the other way
And every day's Father's day
He stays until there's nothing left to say
But don't wake me up again
Don't let me feel anything
But when you go
Let me dream that I go with you
'Cause I can't take it round here anymore
Today went better than I thought it would (I'm still at work but that's because I've been procrastinating all week and I still have 1 task to accomplish before I can get out of here for a 4-day weekend).
Wandered out of here last night far too late and got as far as Frite Alors (it's on my way to the bus stop, and they've decided to stay open until 5 a.m. on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays -- woohoo! hangover-warding-off-foodstuffs here we come!) where I decided that what I really, really needed was some frites avec sauce Américaine (mayo, paprika, shallots, garlic, onions, harissa). And once I was in there I thought I'd sit and have a beer and read some more Harry Potter. The waitress had finished it yesterday (she said she taught herself to read English better just for that and I was very impressed; she's still going to read the French version though). Resisted more food. Went home. Finished the book. Sat and was very hot. Talked to
crankygrrl who told me scary things about HP fic; the scarier thing is that my brain has been invaded by the strong temptation to write some Hermione/Snape fic and (ETA: the scariest part is...) I'm not sure if this is a good idea or a really terrible one.Tomorrow: post-Fringe party yay! Sunday: cottage, first time this year. I am sooo ready to lie on the dock and do nothing, although it will be crawling with motorboats as always. I don't care.
Still listening to "Kite" nonstop. Some of the songs (like this one) I don't entirely get but love anyway.
Now don't wake me up again
Don't let me feel anything
But when you go
Let me dream that I go with you
So I won't cry myself dry anymore
Mothers ruin
Their own little girls
Keep them dreaming
There's more to this world
But turn her the other way
And every day's Father's day
He stays until there's nothing left to say
But don't wake me up again
Don't let me feel anything
But when you go
Let me dream that I go with you
'Cause I can't take it round here anymore
