When I tried to recount my previous evening today, I was unable to. I remembered that I had played several rounds of Mahjong. I cleaned out my tinypics folder and made a banner. I washed the dishes (I KNOW! It's like I'm diseased!) and did a load of laundry. I didn't write, though. I didn't read. I watched TV (at least five episodes of Farscape). What a lump!
Okay, so I need to finish at least one story tonight so that I can say that I've accomplished something this week! I've been writing Bitter Girl at my lunchtime but nothing else.
Hooray, hooray! I get to work tomorrow. It's the weekend that starts Spring Break so I really doubt we're horribly busy. Well, as busy as Saturday's get. Bet you a dollar and a half that it's mostly cough syrup. Everybody needs their cough syrup. And their potassium iodide... idiots.
I'm watching Revenging Angel Season 3, Episode 16... and all I can say is CRICHTON IN A PLAID SHIRT AND JEANS. Yum. Okay, Crichton in ANYTHING is good.
Pilot: I don't get out much... so I read.
Yeah, buddy. I hear you.
I've decided to quit going through SG-1 episode by episode and just jump to season 9. Or maybe season 8. I just want more Ben Browder. And a fair bit more of Claudia Black wouldn't be such a bad thing, either.
