I stayed up nearly all night the other night, because I got much less packing done during the day than I had wanted. Then I barely slept in the car, though I got a fair bit of reading done. Comparatively barely — I slept overnight, but not otherwise. I am so tired I am about to fall over. I sort of want to finish my book before I go to sleep, though, so I can bring a whole new one tomorrow.
Expect light updates until Jan 6; internet access here sucks.
I promise to *intend* to send them.
Also, I am happy to send the postcards to either you or your child(ren), if you want to give me their names. I really hate sending without last names, though — if you don’t want to give me yours, just make something up.
my email address is wolfangel aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat gmail dooooooooot com. Please assume that I have lost any addresses you might once have given me.
Am dumping BSG Seasons 1 & 2 onto my ipod — I am almost halfway through converting season 2. (I also have a few other shows I might put on there, I am not sure how much room I have left. And realistically, I do not need more than my season of Deadwood and two seasons of BSG. But I have quite a number more. I still have not figured out how to get my Buffy DVDs there.) The problem is that, though I watched the miniseries and the first episode, and though they were interesting, they didn’t hook me. (Also, the first bits of Deadwood didn’t, either.) And though people who give good tv recommendations have recommended these, I still feel like I am being silly and forcing myself to watch something I don’t want to. Don’t kill me, BSG fans! I have a 24 hour drive, and though my goal is to exhaust myself enough that I sleep through most of it, I will still have hours of tv watchability.
What I have not done: made good playlists for my music. This means I don’t listen to half the stuff I want to, because it’s such a pain to find it.
I have no idea what I should blog about. I’ve been reading Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, but it’s too sad, all about people being alone and lonely. (Some of the stories are brilliant. But sad.)
I have a history, I think, of asking for blogging ideas when I am down and being too down to use them, but maybe this time I’ll really do it. Anyone have any requests? Ideas? Anything? Though in other ways, it wouldn’t be bad if I took a *planned* hiatus. I don’t want to do it quite yet, though.
I gave back the kittens Sunday, then cried when they ignored me two hours later. By Tuesday they were adopted, which leads me to believe they didn’t spend more than 10 hours in a cage, and probably much less (brought them in at 10, by 12 were up for adoption, adoption hours close at 8). So it’s good, and Matilda is ecstatic, but I am sad. I didn’t want to keep them, except I sort of did.
Well, my pseud, anyhow. I think of wolfa as being a fake viking, like a ren faire type, except with one of those helmets with the horns on it. Which is way more interesting than how I think of my real name (either boring or nursery rhymey, depending).
I pronounce the last syllable like -ah, if this has any bearing on your answer.
I went out for a lovely meal with a friend, where mostly we discussed technicalities of the period (which I figured out is coming for me, which explains my mood, which is a good thing). And the food too was very good.
Except then I got home — I lent her some books so I could save them for the holidays, despite desperately wanting to read them right now (and being halfway through one), and I had to kick her out immediately so I could be sick. She didn’t even get to play with the kittens, because they sat by the bathroom door waiting for me. Later, they sat in the bathroom with me. Which is sweet, I guess? But also sort of gross. Perhaps not, if you are a cat.
I don’t know what to post about. I am, I think, PMSy. The cats are still unadopted. My cough is really bad and I now am out of breath almost as soon as I get outside (wages of cold air is death). I also hate websites that have internal links (for blogs, this is links to the full page with comments, usually) that open up in new windows (or tabs). What is the point of that?
I guess this is like a practice run for Wednesday Whining.
While at my parents’ house, my sister came running to me, very desperate. I had to help her right now! It looked like she had posted porn on her myspace bulletin board!
I went and deleted all the porn and win a billion trillion dollar links and stuff. Then I wanted to see if her friends had had the same problem, but, oops, her page had been hacked too, and the entire thing was a link to yoursexgames or something like that. I fixed that too, of course, through my howls of laughter and her howls of protest that it really truly was not a joke.
[this post edited on account of it being too silly]