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Re: Previous post. It is not possible to feel comfortable eating in front of two dogs who beg shamelessly for anything. Seriously. I can't even eat a piece of toast without them following me around. Unfortunately, Hobbes has the utter conviction that every meal will be her last and it's better than it was last summer, but that doesn't make it good. And when she's around, Riley adopts the same attitude.
Also, Hobbes' bladder is still on Mountain Time, which means that I love being woken up every morning at five thirty, stumble up, put the dogs out, stumble back to bed, and sleep until the whining wakes me up.
But yanno, I wouldn't get rid of them.
I feel motivation today. This may be slightly marred by the fact that it took me until three minutes ago to realise that it is Monday - you employed, with your crazy clock time! - and that therefore I have shit to do that entails it being between business hours on M, T, W, Th, or F, but at least it's motivation of a sort. If only it was for more than going to the store to get more orange juice, as I appear to have drunk all that my parents have.
But I feel sure that with that accomplished, the desire to call the King County elections board, and an editor at WotC, and a payroll person back East, will all come. And then comes taxes. And then comes rps. And at some point I have got to clean out the car. And edit.
But after that, I have to eat grapes, and watch Rounders and Floating, and Netflix Six Ways To Sunday. So it's not all bad. It can't be all bad when you're watching movies and eating grapes, can it?
Also, Hobbes' bladder is still on Mountain Time, which means that I love being woken up every morning at five thirty, stumble up, put the dogs out, stumble back to bed, and sleep until the whining wakes me up.
But yanno, I wouldn't get rid of them.
I feel motivation today. This may be slightly marred by the fact that it took me until three minutes ago to realise that it is Monday - you employed, with your crazy clock time! - and that therefore I have shit to do that entails it being between business hours on M, T, W, Th, or F, but at least it's motivation of a sort. If only it was for more than going to the store to get more orange juice, as I appear to have drunk all that my parents have.
But I feel sure that with that accomplished, the desire to call the King County elections board, and an editor at WotC, and a payroll person back East, will all come. And then comes taxes. And then comes rps. And at some point I have got to clean out the car. And edit.
But after that, I have to eat grapes, and watch Rounders and Floating, and Netflix Six Ways To Sunday. So it's not all bad. It can't be all bad when you're watching movies and eating grapes, can it?
