Relaxing with a bit of British black metal, vaping, waiting for this day, which seems for some inexplicable reason to be taking forever to pass, to pass.
I'm gearing up to work on a DIY project, and psyching myself up to go back outside. It's 34 degrees outside with the wind chill and I don't want to go outside. I feel terrible for people in Montana though-I saw something that said the high in Billings is only going to be -2 later this week. *wincing* It was that cold here a couple winters ago and it lasted forever. I can't do cold. I'm thankful it isn't that cold here.
And though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea. -Led Zeppelin
Trying to bait the wee baby mousie in my living room out of his hiding place so I can put him outside again. And wondering if maybe I should just leave him for the cats since they've brought him in twice now.
This fussy mouse isn't being swayed by my cashews. Snob.
Vaping, eating brigadeiro, being annoyed because my hands smell like old jewelry after some intense rummaging through my dandy-box where some stuff from my dandy-period a few years ago is, wondering whether to read or to watch some more Christmas television-thingies about ghost and Southern Swedish familes from my childhood - because sleeping isn't an option, apparently, even though it's 4:20 PM by now.
Add a dab of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange and pretend you're laughing at it.
Vaping, (A lot of us vape!) waiting for the aspirin to resolve my headache, wondering if I dare risk a spot of building in sims 4 with a headache and wondering why my feet are so warm. They're never warm.
Trying to figure out how to explain my brother that his computer is suddenly extremely silent thanks to his new graphics card. Problem is, I can't tell him it's a new graphics card as that is supposed to be his Christmas present. He's having a hard time believing that it's because I did a few driver updates.
Vaping, (A lot of us vape!) waiting for the aspirin to resolve my headache, wondering if I dare risk a spot of building in sims 4 with a headache and wondering why my feet are so warm. They're never warm.
My feet are always either freezing or hot. There is no happy medium. Drives me crazy.
And though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea. -Led Zeppelin
I'm listening to Whitesnake (I love my hair metal LOL) and getting ready to pop down to the craft store to pick up some things for a DIY I'm going to post after Christmas. I'd do it and post it now, but I don't have enough time. I've got to make the treats I'm taking with me and I also have to take paper to the recycling bin and do some laundry I missed last week. I think I need to clone myself. I'm leaving for the weekend on Friday. But I'll still pop in and say hi to y'all.
And though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea. -Led Zeppelin
What I should do: Sleep. It's more than 4:AM and I've got (too much, I get stressed) stuff to do tomorrow. What I'm doing instead: Laughing, giggling and snickering at old dreams me and sis discussed earlier on, vaping (yay, not counterproductive at all with nicotine when one should sleep), looking through an old novel-project I started two years ago (both getting impressed by the fact that it's better than I remember, and getting annoyed and disappointed because I did so much research and I've forgotten a lot), humming childish songs.
Add a dab of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange and pretend you're laughing at it.
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This fussy mouse isn't being swayed by my cashews. Snob.
My feet are always either freezing or hot. There is no happy medium. Drives me crazy.