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If I Had A Clone, I'd Be in Bed By Now
Dec. 6th, 2006 11:04 amNot with my clone though. I'm pretty certain that if I had a clone, I would not have a desire to sleep with myself. Although, at least then I'd know if my ass felt as jiggly as it looks. I suspect... well, it could go either way.
Christmas threw up on my office. Which, well, it's kind of nice considering I do no decorating at home. I actually found these pretty little spangly red cones that look like Christmas trees, but they were $100 for a set of three and I'm not only broke, I'm not at all STUPID. So the insanity of holiday decorations sort of evens out the clutter and beer bottles and cables theme we've got going on in the house.
In the spirit of being so broke it makes my chest feel tight, I am making presents including a smallish throw/afghan for my dad. The problem is that, much like baking, it requires following precise instructions and I am not so good with precision directions, nor with counting my crochet stitches so the afghan... leans a little, swoops in and out like a first world demography curve. Fortunately it has a border that will kind of cover up my sins of inattention. Less fortunately, I have stayed up until 2:00 p.m. the last three nights working on it and now I feel drunk with exhaustion. "One more row," I'd say and crochet until my wrists ached and even the cats had gotten bored with the yarn.
If I am to be crazy cat lady, I'd at least better perfect the knotty arts. I have even resolved to learn to knit, although the thought of manipulating two needles is a little unsettling - much like skiing. Despite my propensity for landing ass-first or face-first when I snowboard, I find it far easier to deal with than the coordination that two poles and two skis requires. Still, knitting drapes so beautifully.
When my time becomes my own again (read when this week from hell is over), I will return to the SG-1/SN crossover. I sort of wrote myself into a corner, but I do believe that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leadensky may have given me the directions to write myself out of it.
Heroes was watched and adored, and I am praying to the electronic and financial gods to not cut the cable until Friday because there will be an hour long My Name is Earl, and I will need it. Oh, I will so so need it by then.
And finally, in the spirit of the holidays, why don't you drop by and tell me a Christmas/Holiday wish for yourself and one for someone/something else? It can be anything.
For instance, my own holiday wishlists involve my car not exploding or breaking down, my novel not sucking, health and happiness for friends and family (many of whom are having a rough time of it right now), time to write fic, and fic to be written for me, and a pair of sparkly tennish shoes.
Christmas threw up on my office. Which, well, it's kind of nice considering I do no decorating at home. I actually found these pretty little spangly red cones that look like Christmas trees, but they were $100 for a set of three and I'm not only broke, I'm not at all STUPID. So the insanity of holiday decorations sort of evens out the clutter and beer bottles and cables theme we've got going on in the house.
In the spirit of being so broke it makes my chest feel tight, I am making presents including a smallish throw/afghan for my dad. The problem is that, much like baking, it requires following precise instructions and I am not so good with precision directions, nor with counting my crochet stitches so the afghan... leans a little, swoops in and out like a first world demography curve. Fortunately it has a border that will kind of cover up my sins of inattention. Less fortunately, I have stayed up until 2:00 p.m. the last three nights working on it and now I feel drunk with exhaustion. "One more row," I'd say and crochet until my wrists ached and even the cats had gotten bored with the yarn.
If I am to be crazy cat lady, I'd at least better perfect the knotty arts. I have even resolved to learn to knit, although the thought of manipulating two needles is a little unsettling - much like skiing. Despite my propensity for landing ass-first or face-first when I snowboard, I find it far easier to deal with than the coordination that two poles and two skis requires. Still, knitting drapes so beautifully.
When my time becomes my own again (read when this week from hell is over), I will return to the SG-1/SN crossover. I sort of wrote myself into a corner, but I do believe that
leadensky may have given me the directions to write myself out of it.Heroes was watched and adored, and I am praying to the electronic and financial gods to not cut the cable until Friday because there will be an hour long My Name is Earl, and I will need it. Oh, I will so so need it by then.
And finally, in the spirit of the holidays, why don't you drop by and tell me a Christmas/Holiday wish for yourself and one for someone/something else? It can be anything.
For instance, my own holiday wishlists involve my car not exploding or breaking down, my novel not sucking, health and happiness for friends and family (many of whom are having a rough time of it right now), time to write fic, and fic to be written for me, and a pair of sparkly tennish shoes.
