earthtopus @earthtopus@mspsocial.net

Borat voice my wives

*me whispering to date when Grond comes on screen* that's grond

I finally got nine straight hours of sleep and I am exhausted, ask me anything

I need some more mustards

I don't really keep that much ice lying around, and we keep the trays full anyway, so it seemed natural that I'd want a frozen pretzel tray instead

fuck, classes start in a week? ugh

current contents of brain: avenged septuply

current status: cool shower, air-conditioned room, cat on the bed making biscuits

my brain seems determined to convince me that it's a Monday, since we just went back to work after a restful gap. Monday's trash night. So I'm performing the goddamn trash rituals just so that I can get a moment's peace every time I look at a window or walk into a room with a trash can (all of them)

feels good to get a full day's work in: 9:15-2:15

two hours at work at I'm already forgetting to make myself cups of tea in midsemester form

thinking about going eydropper on my 78G because of the rattle... @kukkurovaca, presuming the threads are greased, an I just take the covnerter off and fill the whole damn body with ink? This would be for a work pen that ideally I would not have to travel with

haha whoops the new chair scheduled someone to work classes at two overlapping times, I didn't catch it, and the system let me enter it

gone for nine weeks! Three voicemails, two of which were someone calling a wrong number

well, two, at least

on the plus side, after much fussing about with bookcases during a painting project, I have successfully identified three whole books to possibly maybe get rid of

fuck, it's a fucking work night

Off my novelizations are off the shelf but the bookcase is back in place! Do I put them back in alphabetical order (by author) or something else? Movie release date?

Moving furniture for painting has brought up the question, which I in no way need an actual answer to, of how many claw sheaths are hanging out on my floors at any given point in time

Fifties this morning, first lone yellow tree across the lake