Eating a bowl of oatmeal and reading comments by people whose lives seem a lot more interesting than mine.
Getting dressed so I can drive my roomie to the hospital to get spine surgery. It's a big day for him.
Probably the thread title should be changed to "what have you been up to?" Some of us here are incapable of lying. If you ask us what we are doing right now, we are obligated to tell you that we are typing. Unless the whole purpose of this thread is to weed out liars.
I'm lip-syncing Whitney Houston at my reflection in the office window... anybody walking by the building is in for a treat.
"I'm Every Woman"? "I Wanna Dance With Somebody"? "Savin' All My Love For You"? "The Greatest Love of All"? ??? ETA: Trying to decide if I want to bother making a burrito, or if I can justify having Popcornopolis caramel corn for dinner...
You must be. Because everybody knows Office Supply As Microphone is always, always a pen. ;-) Breathe, Homer, breathe.
I preferred a Sharpie or Magic Marker. I found they always had better response in the higher registers.
Watching Kill Bill Vol2 and trying to decide who's snoring better; the dogs or the wife. The Boxers have good resonance, the American Bull Dog has depth and duration, but my wife's has a certain harmonic. It's a tough call.
Ya gotta sing the later ones, where her voice training really kicks in and there's no more joy in her face, just an ice-cold focus on perfection. Made me sad when that happened.
Yeah, but that was the song playing at work at the time, so, carpe diem or wait for a moment that never comes. Made me sad too. What a voice. What a talent. Though in life she was an uber, alpha, apex bitch. At the casino we had to turn our backs and face the wall when she passed backstage. They sent a phalanx of security ahead of her to make sure nobody would look at her. Aretha Franklin and Diana Ross would at least glance sidelong at the help. Whitney? Nope. You didn't exist. But whatever. I'm too rich to smoke crack... sure, Whitney. Keep sucking that glass dick.
Having lunch at my desk - two pizza bagels and a croissant. Thinking about a haircut. Can't wait to get home so I can do nothing in a slightly more comfortable chair.
Having coffee — about to get ready to go to work. Posted a bit on the old Zelda forum I’m on to show that I’m still alive there and am still interested in the franchise that gave me my username. I’m not Link for no reason. Trying not to imagine what other horrible calamity will befall us, because I’m a firm believer that good days are met with equally opposite bad days to equalize it.
I feel your pain - I'm trying to work out if i can be arsed to light the fire or whether i should just get a duvet from upstairs
It's getting slightly warmer outside so I think some of my radiators has shut down. A fire sounds cozy, though!
Be arsed! Be arsed! Lighting a fire is a great thing - it is a raging against the dying of the light. Duvets are snug and warm, but they are mere concessions to the coming ice age and will ultimately wrap your cold corpse and inter you with the wooly mammoths who, also, did not light the fire when they had the chance. I need more coffee.
I miss the fire, even the excuse to collect twigs. I collect the twigs today just put them back, it’s not the same, the future, I suppose. I’m waiting to post a big, big submission , need some exercise & toothpaste also, dog breath, maybe slurry mouth?
I feel old, not that bad about it but... My son came home to visit, I asked him if he'd help me get rid of the snow so that our cars won't build an ice railway. It's some 30 minutes hard work, the snow is wet and heavy and has to be carried some distance. And he said I'll doit dad, you can rest.
Lighting a fire would deny an archeologist the opportunity to find the duvet wrapped body in 2000 years and speculate on the bizarre funeral rites of the region. Huge grants will be written for the study and deciphering of the print on the duvet. Would you deny future generations the pursuit of knowledge?
In the end I used my army sleeping bag - the type with sleeves. However I had to take it off again after an hour because the outer is too slippery for the puppy to sit on me. So I'm now writing this without sleeping bag but with a large warm collie lab cross draped over my lap