Today's plot bunny

A crossover ('natch) between Buffy and Highlander:
Kenny sells his soul to some demon or another in order to trigger the Gathering (or rather, a Gathering. Most of the closest Immies show up, with, of course, their Watchers in tow, and a fair number of Immies get whacked (except for our intrepid hero-types and their sidekicks)

Watcher meets Watcher, the Slayer hangs out with Amanda, Death stalks the streets in search of a decent beer, and the Champion is seen dancing with a werewolf.

And most important of all: Somebody kills Kenny!

Heyhey!

It's sunny outside - where's my nubile man-flesh?

Deb called last night - she's going to be here this weekend, and crashing on my couch. This makes it really imperative that I clean up my living room, instead of just sort of a good idea. I have got to do something about those books on my floor, and maybe something about the table. We'll see. Saturday midnight's the deadline.

We talked for a long while, and she's still wallowing in new kitty-mom-ness. It's so neat to hear all these 'new' things about cats as she discovers them.

She's been talking about moving to Seattle for over a year now, and I've been putting off kicking out the roomie for about that long. I'd really like my roomie to be someone I can talk to instead of ignore, and who's able to pay the bills on time instead of languishing in this unemployment hell the way R has been ever since I met her. Bleah.

Things will get better - I'm pretty sure I have the landlady on my side for that inevitable 'I'm sorry, you suck, get out' conflict. And if R goes true to form, she'll fold w/o a whimper. She's been scared of me since I got here, and I can't quite fathom why, but who'm I to question a good thing?

Two hours later...

I got home around 6. I knew I'd have my new Pharaoh game on my doorstep, courtesy of UPS, and I fully expected to immediately go downstairs, strip out of my sweaty work clothes and into something comfortable, and play it until it was time to go to bed.

And then I looked at my bare shelves and the thought of ramen for dinner was revolting and just plain hot. Gazpacho. I wanted gazpacho. I had an onion, some crushed garlic, vinegar and olive oil. This wasn't exactly going to go far towards the makings of gazpacho. I desperately needed to go to the store, and this was the kick in the ass that I needed.

So I tossed on the same little green dress I wore yesterday, fresh out of the washing machine (not the dryer - lovely and cool in the heat), and headed for the grocery store. I hadn't moved my car in at least two weeks, so this was a nice little outing. I now have actual food in my kitchen, and the roomie actually did dishes, so I could even cook!

Oh happiness! Oh gazpacho! Oh bliss! (Hot damn, this onion is pungent! Whew!) Onto the game!