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Aug. 1st, 2007 10:12 amWe meant to do work on the house last night. Instead we had a nice Morroccan dinner and didn't work on the house last night. Tonight I have fencing and I think she's packing stuff at her place. So Thursday, we should work I suppose, but it's hard when we're having this much fun and she'll be gone again for a bit soon besides.
I may post annoying technical questions later, such as ordeal #854535 with the frigging Belkin router and how to make her watch stop beeping every hour on the hour.
Yesterday I did tons though -- laundy, cat litter, clothes in to the AWESOME dresser thing. When I get going, I go good, but it is hard.
In other news, there is not so much to report.
The Germans are the Germans.
I've been having a lot of the Australian ice cream again and for a ton of eating out have been successfully avoiding celiac moments.
I've set myself a goal about fiction writing that isn't related to the novel (which, believe it or not, I am still doing a slow, agonizing, 100 words or so a day on _that scene_ of). It's one of those goals that's both deeply reasonable and deeply unreasonable, but you know what? So is every goal I've set about acting (or maybe everything else in my life), and so far, I've done pretty awesome there and essentially on the schedule I desired (ok, so, I got into SAG a month later than I demanded of myself, but I'll finally be joining Equity this year).
I added my relevant genre fiction listings to the Broad Universe catalogue.
My cold is mostly better.
I am cleaning up my credit report.
And I'm trying to resist the urge to make an icon that says "Snape doesn't wear leather pants, Draco's not a cutter, and you're not an elf. PLEASE STOP TALKING." But, luckily, that won't fit legibly on a 100x100 square. The Internet is bitchy fun.
Mmmmm, I think I want breakfast.
I may post annoying technical questions later, such as ordeal #854535 with the frigging Belkin router and how to make her watch stop beeping every hour on the hour.
Yesterday I did tons though -- laundy, cat litter, clothes in to the AWESOME dresser thing. When I get going, I go good, but it is hard.
In other news, there is not so much to report.
The Germans are the Germans.
I've been having a lot of the Australian ice cream again and for a ton of eating out have been successfully avoiding celiac moments.
I've set myself a goal about fiction writing that isn't related to the novel (which, believe it or not, I am still doing a slow, agonizing, 100 words or so a day on _that scene_ of). It's one of those goals that's both deeply reasonable and deeply unreasonable, but you know what? So is every goal I've set about acting (or maybe everything else in my life), and so far, I've done pretty awesome there and essentially on the schedule I desired (ok, so, I got into SAG a month later than I demanded of myself, but I'll finally be joining Equity this year).
I added my relevant genre fiction listings to the Broad Universe catalogue.
My cold is mostly better.
I am cleaning up my credit report.
And I'm trying to resist the urge to make an icon that says "Snape doesn't wear leather pants, Draco's not a cutter, and you're not an elf. PLEASE STOP TALKING." But, luckily, that won't fit legibly on a 100x100 square. The Internet is bitchy fun.
Mmmmm, I think I want breakfast.
