"Give Me the One Thing You Can't Give..."

I must say that, in general, when one hasn't been able to fall asleep until four o'clock in the morning, getting up at ten o'clock is really not preferable, particularly getting woken up with a telephone call, particularly going back to sleep and being woken up at ten-fifteen to be let known that one is supposed to clean the house to-day.

So I haven't even actually done any of my (two hours! augh!) of treadmilling yet, I'm walking dead, and this room is a disaster.

...I want to go back to bed. XD

Well, to work.

I swear one of these days I'll actually start answering LJ comments again. I have a hundred and forty e-mails in my inbox. Demn.

"She Was a Mississippi Lady, a Lovin' Gulfport Girl..."

BY THE WAY. Yesterday I bought Suave green apple-scented shampoo, and I fully intend to use it. I just thought it very important that certain people should know that.

...Er.

Photographs! Of the thirty I took, I'm afraid only eight came out, and not all of those very well, and then I had to scan them in, and--well. They aren't marvellous, which is of course what happens when one doesn't realise one is supposed to use a FLASH when taking photographs INDOORS. The only two to come out really well are the two where I was fooling around (inside the Cathedral of Learning, remember, Miss?) and said, 'Hey! It would be really funny if I used the flash!'. So.

First set. These three are Shakespeare, Zara snuggling Yorick (like Laurence Olivier!), and Soujin looking stupid with him. :D These are the ones that came out properly. ^______^ Eee.

Second set. These three are Zara outside her dorm, the balcony of her dorm, and the Danish tea service that I photographed illegally in the museum. XD Again, I'm afraid the quality is terrible. But you can see her smile! ^________^ And I think the second one came out prettily, at any rate.

Third set. These two are from the bus station of doom, where Soujin was having contained hysterics, and we sat for an hour and tried to get up the courage to ask someone to take our picture and never did. The first one is to show the carnation in my hair (because she gave me flowers! carnations and a rose! ;______; <3333), and the second one appears just to be a photograph of our prison. They had pretty shiny lights up!

And that's all. Of thirty photographs, alas! None of the refrigerator poetry came out, nor did any of the ones I took inside the dorm room, although there is one that is completely grey except for a little square of white and blue light that is easily recognisable as Horatio's livejournal. XD

I am now debating whether I feel alive enough to put on real clothing. Right now I'm pretty much slouching about in an unbuttoned shirt and shorts that are too small for me (in my defence, this is because I've been cleaning, and I don't like cleaning in clothes).

H'm. Back to work, in any event, I suppose.

zomg Erin to-morrow. ZOMG. ^___________________________^

"But the River Won't Flow For Me, No..."

( Opportunistic Christmas Wish List Mem--sorry. )

"And You Know That Notion Just Crossed My Mind..."

By the way, not to be a silly whiny Soujin or anything, but nine is quite a stupid number of people to invite for dinner. Our table does not want to sustain this many place settings, and linen napkins only come in packages of eight or four. And we only have five water goblets.

...But I do admit to loving to set table.

Also, Mum came in while this song was playing and went "...^______^! That's Bob Dylan!"

And Soujin said, "Yes, yes, it is--Zara sent it to us, I'm pretty sure."

And Mum said, "Oh," in a tone with a subtext of "<33333", and then we realised that we have a mutual affection for Bob Dylan and also that Mum does not think so "..." of Miss Zara's music after all. XD Because after Anthrax, you know, I think she was feeling a bit ellipsical.

I'm cold. I really should put on decent clothing.

"Or Get Shot by a Carboneer..."

...Revelation.

Sproglets are not that awful, after all. I may actually eventually have children. Awww. Have been baking cookies with an ickle thingy. We got chocolate cookie dough all over every inch of the kitchen, too. ^__^;;;; And I actually had to clean it all up myself, too, so this is no spur-of-the-moment decision, disregarding all consequences, mind...!

ERIN IN LESS THAN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS OMG.