My brain's mixed up but I smell yummy

[itsallovernow]

Got home last night at 9:30 p.m. to discover that my stuff from Lush had finally arrived. Now the cat and I smell like Skinny Dip shower gel - all warm white chocolate and cloves. I am supposed to smell this way. The cat is not, but the lure of paper, bath products and a cardboard box combined with my poor judgement in leaving the box on the coffee table unattended for a few moments lead to the inevitable disaster.

I find it terribly altering to my sense of how the world should work that the Canadians have access to something that I do not:) We are Americans, we are superior, shouldn't we have Lush stores in more than one or two cities?! Hee Hee. I can't even write that with a straight face.

Didn't get to write last night because I got home so late - Latin student, French student, Latin student. It's a wonder my brain still functions in English. As it is, my vocabulary gets all tangled up when I teach those languages back to back and I tried to teach the subjunctive in the wrong language. Let me tell you, saying to a kid, "it's a mood not a tense" gets you very little aside from blank stares and obscene mutterings.

However, back to writing - rubberneck continues her scenettes and whitelight1 was attacked by J/A shmoop to her surprise, which along with the good crack that I've been harrassing from crankygrrl kept me happy and satisfied yesterday. Which means I should probably return to Word and get myself back to work.

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[thassalia.livejournal.com]

I've been harrassing her mercilessly in the guise of trying to help her cure her writer's block on her epic. She's desperately trying to defend herself so I'll leave her alone:)