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Last night should have been a pooky night, but Steve was exhausted so asked if we could do next week. So we were just quietly at home, which was something I wanted...except I didn't feel like *doing* anything which I'd normally do at home. BG2 was pissing me off (hate illithids HATE HATE HATE), didn't feel like painting, nothing on TV, I'd read everything...ended up eating too much cheese (slight tummyache) and watching a Sherlock Holmes episode. And then the second half of Legend. Why did no one show me this movie when I was thirteen?! (Then went upstairs and fragged the rest of the st00pid mind flayer tunnels; went to bed and slept the sleep of the just.)
Today, tired and vaguely blah. Not upset, not cranky, just...tuned to a dead channel, as it were. Probably not helped by running like a rabbit (and therefore having the attendant tiny cough for the next two hours) to make the train when it turned out to be a half-hour late. I am, at least, getting some work done.
Today, tired and vaguely blah. Not upset, not cranky, just...tuned to a dead channel, as it were. Probably not helped by running like a rabbit (and therefore having the attendant tiny cough for the next two hours) to make the train when it turned out to be a half-hour late. I am, at least, getting some work done.
