more whiskey!
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dragonlady7Whiskey = good.
Actually I have not been drinking much. Today I was productive. Unlike somebody, who just had five consecutive days entirely off from work, I eschewed the Internet almost entirely. I cleaned the entire living room, did a full water change on the fishtank, and rearranged the furniture in the living room so that there's actually room to sit comfortably in there now that we have no sunporch for lounging.
The fishes are now actually on the tank stand, and the filter has been moved so the intake actually reaches the bottom of the tank, so hopefully the filth won't build up so much there.
And the living room-- well, we could actually have company over, so that's something.
Picked Z up from work and took him grocery shopping-- brought back bottles and cans as well, and got almost $6.50 back. Which was nice, mostly because it's about ten feet of our basement reclaimed for human use. (Also, we squandered the earnings on a half a meatball sub from the Dibella's-knockoff [Danny Wegman bought the recipes because he liked them so much] sub shop in the grocery store, so we wouldn't shop hungry. So it was sort of a free sub.) Came home and was too tired to make the elaborate dinner we'd meant to make, so we made noodles, and then I made![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennnlee's recipe for Irish Cream, and used the leftover ingredients (i.e. half a can of condensed milk) to make ice cream. The ice cream is still in the machine, and I have to go check on it if only Z will move his head off my shoulder. He's reading this as I type it, which means I am going to have to whine about him or something. It's what he gets. What a goddamn noodge. He's reading it aloud as I type. I can type much faster than he can read, apparently.
*smack*
Not working. Guess I'm stuck with Z on my shoulder. I am such a total and complete... Funny how every time I type that phrase he stops reading out loud.
Right. Am going to kick him in the head and go check the ice cream.
(edited to add: ice cream is good, but am too full to eat it now. Sometime soon there is a treat waiting in the freezer!)
p.s. I am up to 39,389 words on NaNo. Who thinks I can do it? Huh? Huh?
Actually I have not been drinking much. Today I was productive. Unlike somebody, who just had five consecutive days entirely off from work, I eschewed the Internet almost entirely. I cleaned the entire living room, did a full water change on the fishtank, and rearranged the furniture in the living room so that there's actually room to sit comfortably in there now that we have no sunporch for lounging.
The fishes are now actually on the tank stand, and the filter has been moved so the intake actually reaches the bottom of the tank, so hopefully the filth won't build up so much there.
And the living room-- well, we could actually have company over, so that's something.
Picked Z up from work and took him grocery shopping-- brought back bottles and cans as well, and got almost $6.50 back. Which was nice, mostly because it's about ten feet of our basement reclaimed for human use. (Also, we squandered the earnings on a half a meatball sub from the Dibella's-knockoff [Danny Wegman bought the recipes because he liked them so much] sub shop in the grocery store, so we wouldn't shop hungry. So it was sort of a free sub.) Came home and was too tired to make the elaborate dinner we'd meant to make, so we made noodles, and then I made
jennnlee's recipe for Irish Cream, and used the leftover ingredients (i.e. half a can of condensed milk) to make ice cream. The ice cream is still in the machine, and I have to go check on it if only Z will move his head off my shoulder. He's reading this as I type it, which means I am going to have to whine about him or something. It's what he gets. What a goddamn noodge. He's reading it aloud as I type. I can type much faster than he can read, apparently. *smack*
Not working. Guess I'm stuck with Z on my shoulder. I am such a total and complete... Funny how every time I type that phrase he stops reading out loud.
Right. Am going to kick him in the head and go check the ice cream.
(edited to add: ice cream is good, but am too full to eat it now. Sometime soon there is a treat waiting in the freezer!)
p.s. I am up to 39,389 words on NaNo. Who thinks I can do it? Huh? Huh?
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Date: 2005-11-30 09:18 am (UTC)I wrote 8,000 words in 5 hours today. You can totally do this.