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dragonlady7I am home, home from work, thank heavens. I am waiting, waiting for Z to call me, because he is not home, home from work, boo. He is down at the mayoral debates. I am attempting to watch the streaming video for which he is being kept down there (he being the tech guy responsible for it working), but all it does is tell me it's "Paused", which isn't doing me much good. (Yes, I've tried hitting the Play button. It just counts down until it's done "waiting for media" and tells me again that it's paused. So...)
My Halloween costume is nearly done in that the parts I didn't need to actually work on at all are assembled. I need to do probably 45 minutes' worth of work/putting-together/designing, and am procrastinating. Also, the fact that it is very skin-revealing and I am likely to freeze my ass off is an important fact which I am steadfastly ignoring. Z'll freeze his ass off too, so we'll be even. Cept I have more ass to freeze off. Hmm... Well...
I don't know when or if he'll call me. He said he'd want me to give him a ride home. I tried to call his cellphone but he's got it turned off (or it's crashed, which it does all the fucking time, or the battery died, which it also does. The last I'd say dozen times I've tried to call him I haven't been able to get through to him, which rather begs the question of why I'm paying $40 a month so he can have a phone at all times which works at no time). So I'm sort of perched here with an ear cocked toward the door, like, am I going anywhere? I don't know. I wussed out and turned the heat up to 60 because I couldn't deal, so I have guilt and also am still cold. (I'll turn it back down before bed. I swear. I'm not a total puss.)
During my two days at home I failed to find the control unit for the electric blanket. This makes me deeply sad. I don't know where it is. I remember packing it, and remember that it was in a bag, but where I put that bag I do not know. This upsets me. It was an expensive electric blanket and is useless if I can't plug it in. Grrr. Also, it would be really totally awesomely sweet to have a functioning electric blanket.
Whoa! Hey! Z's home. He took the bus. Oh.
My Halloween costume is nearly done in that the parts I didn't need to actually work on at all are assembled. I need to do probably 45 minutes' worth of work/putting-together/designing, and am procrastinating. Also, the fact that it is very skin-revealing and I am likely to freeze my ass off is an important fact which I am steadfastly ignoring. Z'll freeze his ass off too, so we'll be even. Cept I have more ass to freeze off. Hmm... Well...
I don't know when or if he'll call me. He said he'd want me to give him a ride home. I tried to call his cellphone but he's got it turned off (or it's crashed, which it does all the fucking time, or the battery died, which it also does. The last I'd say dozen times I've tried to call him I haven't been able to get through to him, which rather begs the question of why I'm paying $40 a month so he can have a phone at all times which works at no time). So I'm sort of perched here with an ear cocked toward the door, like, am I going anywhere? I don't know. I wussed out and turned the heat up to 60 because I couldn't deal, so I have guilt and also am still cold. (I'll turn it back down before bed. I swear. I'm not a total puss.)
During my two days at home I failed to find the control unit for the electric blanket. This makes me deeply sad. I don't know where it is. I remember packing it, and remember that it was in a bag, but where I put that bag I do not know. This upsets me. It was an expensive electric blanket and is useless if I can't plug it in. Grrr. Also, it would be really totally awesomely sweet to have a functioning electric blanket.
Whoa! Hey! Z's home. He took the bus. Oh.
