What Are You Doing?

The entire space under the bed is the cage, so you could get 4-5 in there comfortably.

 

All joking aside, that actually is pretty neat.

 

I'm just waiting with bated breath.

 

I'm on pins and needles.... ouch!!!

 

Turned a dead lamp into something useful, and also
got to put an old cymbal grabber arm as part of it.
And topped it all off with a piece of polycarbanate
16.5x19 in sq.

So it has a future doing other things.

 

Waiting on today's doctors appointment where the search continues: is Lemie really sick in the head?

 

Trying to unfuck my desktop PC and save my work...

 

I heard there was a bug going around that caused Windows to lock people out. A bugged update, I think.

 

Trying to find a mosquito that just buzzed me in my room. Thing was the size of an eagle, yet as soon as it noticed me noticing it, it deployed its Displacement Activated Spore Hub and popped out of the current locale.

 

You must have some really tiny eagles in Puerto Rico. Out here on the West Coast we have eagles so huge they barely fit on the back of a quarter. And in Philadelphia, they have eagles so gigantic they win the Super Bowl. (Has anyone ever actually seen the Super Bowl? Maybe it's very small...)

Anyway, it seems that, after a bit of back-and-forth, the seller of the house I had my eye on and I have reached an agreement on price. I'm a giant step closer to buying a house! It's way up there where Bigfoot lives - me and him are going to be neighbors!

 

Getting spiffy to eat some BBQ. Found a pair of sunglasses I brought Jupiter knows when, but the first thing that hit me was "THESE COST ME 200 DOLLARS!" and I carefully put them back.

I was probably drunk when I brought those.

 

Just finished a brief outline for my fanfic. If one is wondering why it took this long, a lot has happened: step-dad got into a work accident, we had a threat of bedbugs, and we had to rent a room at a hotel for the night. I just got back from the said hotel and am exhausted. Might die before I can even begin writing my fanfic.

 

Waiting outside my boss's bureau, trying to figure out whether I imagined that appointment at 9 or if he's just late as usual.

Professors... If you need 'em they just vanish.

Edited because that sentence made no sense

 

It's a skill we learn in professor school. ..

 

I suspected as much. But how does it work? Do you hide? Turn invisible? Or do you disintegrate altogether?

 

Right now I am shopping for birthday presents for my ladylove. It's tricky to find things that won't take up too much space or weigh too much so she can actually take them with her when she flies back home. That does restrict my choices a bit though, can't have her going through airport security with a dufflebag of dildos or anything. But as they say, restrictions breed creativity and I think she'll be happy with the stuff I've found for her. And I have kinda a stupid dopey grin all across my face because... You know... Good stuff

It's more just the aura of being way too important to care about time as it effects mere mortals. Professors aren't actually supernatural, they just want you to think they are.

 

I could tell you, but I'd have to fail you.

 

Sipping coffee and thinking "Yeah. Today is gonna be one of those days."

Might cancel Lab so I can be rested for work.

 

I'm not really a lingerie kind of girl, but I'll take chocolate any day of the week!

 

, Well played sir... sir played.

I know how that is.

 

That would be kinda awkward...