When I said that I would start reading for my classes, I don
't think I was very clear.
What I meant to say was, 'I am going to carry around my copy of Metamorphoses, read about twenty pages, then get distracted, reread all of my Vonnegut books, try to organize my bookshelf, and make iced tea.' Sorry for any confusion.
As with last time, the internet ate my newest Fringe post. Cue combination of me feeling like a douchenozzle and hating technology.
I might hop in the car and take advantage of those stress relievers labelled 'Free Windows' in front of a house up the road.
In other news, after a year of being sweaty and cranky, we finally got the air conditioner fixed. HIGH FIVE ME, INTERNET.
That is technology I can get behind. I know, I know. It's a luxury that our ancestors got along without just fine. But our ancestors also thought that maggots came from dirty rags and that mercury could cure venereal diseases. And that's just science.
Goddamn right, Azrael.
Oh ho ho. I made a funny.
Plan for the day:
-Call up jobs to check in again. (Are you sick of this yet? Tough break. So am I.)
-Unpack properly. Oops.
-Call the camera repair shop to see what the damage is to the Hammer and my wallet.
-Run some other sundry errands.
-Make veggie burgers?
Follower Love-Fest #9: Min
Min's blog, Don't Say Stuff Like That, is an eyegasm. Don't look at me like that. It's a delightful mix of film screencaps, fashion, fantasmagorical shoes, and sexy people. You don't know it, but I took a ten second pause there to be distracted by the pictures of Tim Roth just chilling on the main page. Are you still here? I can't for the life of me understand why.