Save me from my funiture! I just got in from work. I sat down quasi-wearily at my computer, turned on winamp, sat there for a moment. In the middle of a nine minute song - perhaps around the 6:45 mark, I hear a sound. *Chingshhhhhwent!* I turn around in a split second and before I can mentally comprehend what's just happened, I hear the sound of breaking glass and my light fixture is on the floor in shards.

I assumed immediately it must have been Yasha. But no. He wasn't even in the room. It was entirely random and seemingly without cause. Fecking scary, that was. Now I have to clean up all this glass from my floor and my laundry. Grrr.

Somehow the fact that it's Sunday hasn't really sunk in all day. And until I was on my way home on the metro, the fact that after Sunday comes Monday hadn't really struck either. Now I realise, yes, tomorrow is Monday. Yes, it's that Monday when Owen's coming. Yes, I have work at seven am. No, I haven't started fecking cleaning the living room yet. Damnit. Eh, hopefully won't be too large a problem. I could have been sure it wouldn't be if not for the BLOODY BLAMMED LIGHT FIXTURE. Grr. *sigh*

I still have too many things on my agenda for the party. These things are probably mostly not going to happen. I want to take a second shot at gingerbread. I tried to make some last night and ... well, it smelled nice, but looked awful and tasted mediocre. Though I assume that was mostly because I had to substitute like mad, since I had no molasses and not enough butter. Hrm. I generally can cook and bake fairly well. And I ought to see if my avocados are ripe enough to make guacamole tonight.

In other news, I'm still as big a dork as I ever was.

Trench: I always wondered how keys came about in the first place

Sandry: Well.

Trench: stop.

Sandry: They started out with modes.

Sandry: Snkkkt, sorry.

Trench: *could see that one coming*

Right. I must be stopped.

posted by Unknown at 6:00 PM