I'm gonna sing the Doom Song now!
Ok, not really.
Because doom usually doesn't feel quite like this level of smug, I've noticed.
I'm smug because I has a husband back again! Baltimore finally coughed him up, and he was home this evening in time for dinner.
However, the less said about dinner, the happier Dakota Steakhouse will be. I'll leave it with 'the soup of the day Done Me Wrong', shall I?
I was pretty close to useless today, despite my very best intention of going down to Professor Java's and working on Kin to Wolves and Witches while waiting for Dominus' train to come in... turns out I wasn't as ready to get out of bed this morning as I thought, and in addition to leaving my reading glasses at home -- which precluded any amount of time on the computer, -- I kept falling asleep over my notebook. Finally I chucked it in, Danced the Stick, and decided to knock one of those 'Hmm, I should do something about that someday' chores off my list.
The Venetian blind in the bedroom is... unconvinced as to the conviction and loyalty of its supports. In other words, it's fallen on my head three times this week, and I basically decided it was time to call Nuh Uh on its arse. So I picked up two yards of a silver-on-black Oriental brocade, and some other stuff -- managed to behave myself in a fabric store, believe it or not. Probably one of the lesser known Signs of the End Times, actually, -- and brought it home to turn it into a Roman Blind. Took me about three hours, from measuring to hand sewing the shirring rings onto the back. It's a very masculine design, in keeping with the elegance of Japanese design; no scrolling bottom hem, no trim ribbon, no beaded fringe. Just a pleated valance made of the overyardage, and a sleek, squared off hem. There's already enough in the room that's fussy and over the top, and I just couldn't help thinking that the fabric demanded it. Watch, I'll lose my mind and put camel tassels and tinsel on it tomorrow.
But for now, I need to go pull Mithril off the snake's cage, and give him something else to do. Read, gooshy food, because he's still too damn skinny. And then? I'm gonna go sleep with my husband.
Dammit!
Because doom usually doesn't feel quite like this level of smug, I've noticed.
I'm smug because I has a husband back again! Baltimore finally coughed him up, and he was home this evening in time for dinner.
However, the less said about dinner, the happier Dakota Steakhouse will be. I'll leave it with 'the soup of the day Done Me Wrong', shall I?
I was pretty close to useless today, despite my very best intention of going down to Professor Java's and working on Kin to Wolves and Witches while waiting for Dominus' train to come in... turns out I wasn't as ready to get out of bed this morning as I thought, and in addition to leaving my reading glasses at home -- which precluded any amount of time on the computer, -- I kept falling asleep over my notebook. Finally I chucked it in, Danced the Stick, and decided to knock one of those 'Hmm, I should do something about that someday' chores off my list.
The Venetian blind in the bedroom is... unconvinced as to the conviction and loyalty of its supports. In other words, it's fallen on my head three times this week, and I basically decided it was time to call Nuh Uh on its arse. So I picked up two yards of a silver-on-black Oriental brocade, and some other stuff -- managed to behave myself in a fabric store, believe it or not. Probably one of the lesser known Signs of the End Times, actually, -- and brought it home to turn it into a Roman Blind. Took me about three hours, from measuring to hand sewing the shirring rings onto the back. It's a very masculine design, in keeping with the elegance of Japanese design; no scrolling bottom hem, no trim ribbon, no beaded fringe. Just a pleated valance made of the overyardage, and a sleek, squared off hem. There's already enough in the room that's fussy and over the top, and I just couldn't help thinking that the fabric demanded it. Watch, I'll lose my mind and put camel tassels and tinsel on it tomorrow.
But for now, I need to go pull Mithril off the snake's cage, and give him something else to do. Read, gooshy food, because he's still too damn skinny. And then? I'm gonna go sleep with my husband.
Dammit!