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The mice are playing
Oct. 22nd, 2001 10:43 amWell, not at home, that's for sure. No, here at work. Boss is gone, I'm the senior tech, and I've got Civ2 on my laptop, and I could easily transfer it over to my iMac...
Well, let me catch up on my journal and comics first, eh?
And a half hour after writing the above paragraph, I'm caught up and ready to write about my weekend, and not at all motivated. I'm hungry, which seems to be consuming my attention right now, instead of talking about Deb and karaoke and late nights and early breakfasts with beignets <glee!> and long midday naps in place of more aikido and puppies and Enterprise canon mpreg and tea and Civ3 antic...
Well, I'm not terribly coherent when I'm hungry, neh? And here I'm needing to write my brother, too. Lunch, soon, yes.
-pation.
Well, let me catch up on my journal and comics first, eh?
And a half hour after writing the above paragraph, I'm caught up and ready to write about my weekend, and not at all motivated. I'm hungry, which seems to be consuming my attention right now, instead of talking about Deb and karaoke and late nights and early breakfasts with beignets <glee!> and long midday naps in place of more aikido and puppies and Enterprise canon mpreg and tea and Civ3 antic...
Well, I'm not terribly coherent when I'm hungry, neh? And here I'm needing to write my brother, too. Lunch, soon, yes.
-pation.
