make me ack so funny make me spen' ma money

Dunno why that song's in my head. Just is. Earlier it was something else equally obscure and deranged, so I'm sort of bracing for the next utterly random assault from my mind's ear, as it were.
(Edited to add: The next onslaught is "Good Morning" from the movie Singing In The Rain. I just thought you'd like to know that.)

Tues-Saturday!!! yay!!!
I have numerous goals for today, first among which is mastering my keyboard. ("Numerous" just took me six tries to spell correctly the first time, and that repetition just now took three. I won't say how many tries it took me to get "repetition" right the first time.)

( baby, be of use! )

Z told me Sunday that he'd bought me an extra super special present, and when I asked if I could have it now he said no, it hadn't shipped yet, but I could have it early if I were extra super good. I asked him what would qualify as extra super good, if doing the dishes and making dinner and cleaning and rearranging the living room didn't, and he sort of didn't have an answer for that. When I told him just now he could have the car today so he didn't have to hike to the bus stop in 2 degree weather, he told me I was extra super good but also my package was still in California (according to FedEx's shipping tracker), so it was just too bad for now. Oh well.

I am extra super good. Yay!

We won't address the fact that I've been somewhat uninspired with regards to his present and so haven't got him anything really special. I got him stuff he asked for, but haven't had any flashes of insight. He did say last night that he used to adore long-sleeved flannel shirts (I was looking at a couple of very old pictures of him, and he was always wearing plaid flannel shirts) but he stopped wearing them once his arms went from longish to Super Freaky Gumbo long. I'd love to get him a plaid flannel shirt but I've no idea where one finds plaid flannel shirts with Extra Super Freaky Gumbo Long sleeves, that aren't also eight feet wide. So meanwhile, he'll probably be getting, um, socks. (Hey, socks are good. Right?)

He's agreed to help me with the recipe books-- he's no designer, but at least he knows page layout, which I don't. I gotta get the composition of that done today so he can do the layout so I can get them printed and set myself loose in an office supply store to find stuff to bind them up. Yay self-publishing!!

Yawn. Oh my. It's going to be rather a struggle to resist the temptation to spend today napping.

scarper tunnel

I have been working on the recipe book pretty hard, and oddly enough am starting to have wrist aches in an almost RSI kinda way. Which is funny, given that I am the sort who goes on writing binges all the time and never gets RSI. 20k a day and I didn't hurt myself, except my knees from sitting funny, and here I am whining after about a thousand words.
Recipes take longer to type, though.

It is snowing, and is supposed to snow all week. Normally I would be in heaven, but at the moment am sort of disinterested, which is too bad. I love snow, I just don't have any time to play in it, and of course, Buffalo's a perfectly flat city so there are no hills to sled down. Which sucks.
Have started wrapping presents, as well, and feel like I'm getting somewhere with that, but keep doing the run-in-circles thing-- run around collecting things I need, then set one down someplace and spend ten minutes retracing my steps and going off and performing tangential tasks. The net result being: I have wrapped one present. Ah well.

I feel like it's about time to take a break and drift off into some writing of my own, but I am undecided about which project to pursue. I'm not very inspired about any of it. The story I posted at HASA has been read a couple times but I don't know anymore how to use the discussions there, and nobody's left a comment so I don't know how those work. Whine, whine, whine. Etcetera. Actually I'm pondering returning to slashing some shiny gay Elves but have my doubts about how terribly derivative it all is. And yet... fanfiction is derivative. Still, much of my own fanfic, especially the Silm and HoMe stuff, is largely sparked not by the original work but by the fanfics inspired by the original work, and that strikes me as starting to get too incestuous. And yet, it's fun, so why not?