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There's no place like home
Oct. 8th, 2006 02:00 amUnless catastrophe strikes, I'll be home in less than 12 hours. This makes me very happy!
Oct. 8th, 2006
There's no place like home
Oct. 8th, 2006 02:00 amUnless catastrophe strikes, I'll be home in less than 12 hours. This makes me very happy!
It's so good to be home. A little strangeness---where did I get all this STUFF, and wtf is it?!---but mostly relief not to have anything furry nuzzling me, snuffling, whimpering, whining or yipping. (Although I'm really going to miss that nice, cushy office chair....)
I got all of four hours sleep last night before Ears, my Estonian alarm clock went off, sending me on a merry scamper to finish all the last minute things I'd slacked on. One of the things that's challenging about staying there is that it's a very high-maintanence deal. I always tend to do more housework there than I do at home in a month (dishes not included).
S. made it well worth my while, though. Did she bring me rum? No, she did better than that---she brought me a LARGE bottle of ABSINTHE! Oh, how I squeed! Ever since I saw From Hell, I've really wanted absinthe. I got a teeny little airline-sized bottle as a souvenir when R. went to England last year, and I finally had a thimbleful for my birthday and *loved* it. (I adore black liquorice, and that was like liquorice on steroids!)
Not only is this a bigger bottle, it's a damn COOL bottle. Check this out:
That shape is just incredible! Of course, not having tasted it yet, I can only hope it'll live up to the other stuff. I had to really hunt to find a pic showing *that* bottle, so I don't know if it's so bad that no one drinks it, or so expensive that no one buys it. It might just be really obscure, I don't know....
But now I've got enough to actually get tight on. (Oh, relax---all that malarkey about absinthe causing raving lunacy was propaganda from the French wine industry.) Maybe it'll help me write this bloody crossover From Hell that I volunteered for....
S. also presented me with a leopard print quilted tote bag with "St. Maartens" embroidered on it. It comes with a matching wrap, a make-up bag and a hair scrunchy. Very cool! I've already decided that if and when I take a belly dance class, *that's* gonna be the bag I carry my stuff in!
And they're going to the Magnolia Bluegrass Festival in two weeks, so I get to to this again. Well, sort of. Since it's only from Thursday thru Sunday, I'm NOT dragging my computer over there again. I'll make do with hers, even though it's a temperamental piece of shit. (I don't care how cool those commercials make the Mac look---I'm sticking to my PC, thank you very much!)
*-*-* HOME *-*-*
+=+=+ SWEET +=+=+
*-*-* HOME! *-*-*
I got all of four hours sleep last night before Ears, my Estonian alarm clock went off, sending me on a merry scamper to finish all the last minute things I'd slacked on. One of the things that's challenging about staying there is that it's a very high-maintanence deal. I always tend to do more housework there than I do at home in a month (dishes not included).
S. made it well worth my while, though. Did she bring me rum? No, she did better than that---she brought me a LARGE bottle of ABSINTHE! Oh, how I squeed! Ever since I saw From Hell, I've really wanted absinthe. I got a teeny little airline-sized bottle as a souvenir when R. went to England last year, and I finally had a thimbleful for my birthday and *loved* it. (I adore black liquorice, and that was like liquorice on steroids!)
Not only is this a bigger bottle, it's a damn COOL bottle. Check this out:
That shape is just incredible! Of course, not having tasted it yet, I can only hope it'll live up to the other stuff. I had to really hunt to find a pic showing *that* bottle, so I don't know if it's so bad that no one drinks it, or so expensive that no one buys it. It might just be really obscure, I don't know....
But now I've got enough to actually get tight on. (Oh, relax---all that malarkey about absinthe causing raving lunacy was propaganda from the French wine industry.) Maybe it'll help me write this bloody crossover From Hell that I volunteered for....
S. also presented me with a leopard print quilted tote bag with "St. Maartens" embroidered on it. It comes with a matching wrap, a make-up bag and a hair scrunchy. Very cool! I've already decided that if and when I take a belly dance class, *that's* gonna be the bag I carry my stuff in!
And they're going to the Magnolia Bluegrass Festival in two weeks, so I get to to this again. Well, sort of. Since it's only from Thursday thru Sunday, I'm NOT dragging my computer over there again. I'll make do with hers, even though it's a temperamental piece of shit. (I don't care how cool those commercials make the Mac look---I'm sticking to my PC, thank you very much!)
+=+=+ SWEET +=+=+
*-*-* HOME! *-*-*
It's so good to be home. A little strangeness---where did I get all this STUFF, and wtf is it?!---but mostly relief not to have anything furry nuzzling me, snuffling, whimpering, whining or yipping. (Although I'm really going to miss that nice, cushy office chair....)
I got all of four hours sleep last night before Ears, my Estonian alarm clock went off, sending me on a merry scamper to finish all the last minute things I'd slacked on. One of the things that's challenging about staying there is that it's a very high-maintanence deal. I always tend to do more housework there than I do at home in a month (dishes not included).
S. made it well worth my while, though. Did she bring me rum? No, she did better than that---she brought me a LARGE bottle of ABSINTHE! Oh, how I squeed! Ever since I saw From Hell, I've really wanted absinthe. I got a teeny little airline-sized bottle as a souvenir when R. went to England last year, and I finally had a thimbleful for my birthday and *loved* it. (I adore black liquorice, and that was like liquorice on steroids!)
Not only is this a bigger bottle, it's a damn COOL bottle. Check this out:
That shape is just incredible! Of course, not having tasted it yet, I can only hope it'll live up to the other stuff. I had to really hunt to find a pic showing *that* bottle, so I don't know if it's so bad that no one drinks it, or so expensive that no one buys it. It might just be really obscure, I don't know....
But now I've got enough to actually get tight on. (Oh, relax---all that malarkey about absinthe causing raving lunacy was propaganda from the French wine industry.) Maybe it'll help me write this bloody crossover From Hell that I volunteered for....
S. also presented me with a leopard print quilted tote bag with "St. Maartens" embroidered on it. It comes with a matching wrap, a make-up bag and a hair scrunchy. Very cool! I've already decided that if and when I take a belly dance class, *that's* gonna be the bag I carry my stuff in!
And they're going to the Magnolia Bluegrass Festival in two weeks, so I get to to this again. Well, sort of. Since it's only from Thursday thru Sunday, I'm NOT dragging my computer over there again. I'll make do with hers, even though it's a temperamental piece of shit. (I don't care how cool those commercials make the Mac look---I'm sticking to my PC, thank you very much!)
*-*-* HOME *-*-*
+=+=+ SWEET +=+=+
*-*-* HOME! *-*-*
I got all of four hours sleep last night before Ears, my Estonian alarm clock went off, sending me on a merry scamper to finish all the last minute things I'd slacked on. One of the things that's challenging about staying there is that it's a very high-maintanence deal. I always tend to do more housework there than I do at home in a month (dishes not included).
S. made it well worth my while, though. Did she bring me rum? No, she did better than that---she brought me a LARGE bottle of ABSINTHE! Oh, how I squeed! Ever since I saw From Hell, I've really wanted absinthe. I got a teeny little airline-sized bottle as a souvenir when R. went to England last year, and I finally had a thimbleful for my birthday and *loved* it. (I adore black liquorice, and that was like liquorice on steroids!)
Not only is this a bigger bottle, it's a damn COOL bottle. Check this out:
That shape is just incredible! Of course, not having tasted it yet, I can only hope it'll live up to the other stuff. I had to really hunt to find a pic showing *that* bottle, so I don't know if it's so bad that no one drinks it, or so expensive that no one buys it. It might just be really obscure, I don't know....
But now I've got enough to actually get tight on. (Oh, relax---all that malarkey about absinthe causing raving lunacy was propaganda from the French wine industry.) Maybe it'll help me write this bloody crossover From Hell that I volunteered for....
S. also presented me with a leopard print quilted tote bag with "St. Maartens" embroidered on it. It comes with a matching wrap, a make-up bag and a hair scrunchy. Very cool! I've already decided that if and when I take a belly dance class, *that's* gonna be the bag I carry my stuff in!
And they're going to the Magnolia Bluegrass Festival in two weeks, so I get to to this again. Well, sort of. Since it's only from Thursday thru Sunday, I'm NOT dragging my computer over there again. I'll make do with hers, even though it's a temperamental piece of shit. (I don't care how cool those commercials make the Mac look---I'm sticking to my PC, thank you very much!)
+=+=+ SWEET +=+=+
*-*-* HOME! *-*-*