Elm do grieve, oak do hate...
Apr. 24th, 2008 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillsostrangeAnd when he can't throw you down and dash your brains out on a stone, he'll send the pollen after you.
Today all the pain I didn't have yesterday has shown up. I'm declaring this an official Lazy Day, good for nothing but sitting on the couch and fussing over this last scene of TDC that's giving me grief. In my laziness, I shall sin against Eddie Elmerson and use him in a bread machine. Which sort of defeats the purpose of having a shoggie in the first place, but my useless T-rex forearms don't feel like either washing the necessary dishes to bake or kneading dough. They don't actually feel like typing either, but for that they must suffer.
Tomorrow I'm getting a chalk bag and going back to the wall. That masochistic streak comes in handy sometimes.
Today all the pain I didn't have yesterday has shown up. I'm declaring this an official Lazy Day, good for nothing but sitting on the couch and fussing over this last scene of TDC that's giving me grief. In my laziness, I shall sin against Eddie Elmerson and use him in a bread machine. Which sort of defeats the purpose of having a shoggie in the first place, but my useless T-rex forearms don't feel like either washing the necessary dishes to bake or kneading dough. They don't actually feel like typing either, but for that they must suffer.
Tomorrow I'm getting a chalk bag and going back to the wall. That masochistic streak comes in handy sometimes.
