Sleeping in

This morning, my eyelids cracked around 8:30, which is much earlier than I need to be up for church. Usually I set my alarm for 10. I piddled around checking e-mail, felt like crap, lay back down and the next time my eyes opened it was 11---the time church starts. Okay, so I was going to be late.... My eyes closed again, and the next thing I knew, it was quarter-past noon. So much for church! Not an outstanding way to start the new year.

( I must have been REM-defficient, because I had three hours of weird dreams. )

Sleeping in

This morning, my eyelids cracked around 8:30, which is much earlier than I need to be up for church. Usually I set my alarm for 10. I piddled around checking e-mail, felt like crap, lay back down and the next time my eyes opened it was 11---the time church starts. Okay, so I was going to be late.... My eyes closed again, and the next thing I knew, it was quarter-past noon. So much for church! Not an outstanding way to start the new year.

( I must have been REM-defficient, because I had three hours of weird dreams. )

Domesticity

I put together a 2.5 hour playlist on WMP and spent the lion's share of 2 hours in my kitchen. My sink is empty for the first time in recent moment, my countertop is scrubbed, as is my stove. And my fingers are still raisins. Whew!

Had one accident that irks me, and proves that pyrex > glass. I whacked the corner of a piece of pyrex against the side of a glass---didn't break the glass, thankfully, but it knocked a chunk out of the rim. Grr. At least it wasn't anything important.

Am royally snarked about events at the Pit of Voles. Their hit counter hasn't been working, so I have ZERO hits on the two stories I posted there on New Year's Day. And as we all know, stories get the greatest number of hits in the first 48 hours, so my count is FUCKED. (It DOES show the reviews and favorites, though. I guess it could be worse. *curls lip*)

Now maybe I can cook something.

Domesticity

I put together a 2.5 hour playlist on WMP and spent the lion's share of 2 hours in my kitchen. My sink is empty for the first time in recent moment, my countertop is scrubbed, as is my stove. And my fingers are still raisins. Whew!

Had one accident that irks me, and proves that pyrex > glass. I whacked the corner of a piece of pyrex against the side of a glass---didn't break the glass, thankfully, but it knocked a chunk out of the rim. Grr. At least it wasn't anything important.

Am royally snarked about events at the Pit of Voles. Their hit counter hasn't been working, so I have ZERO hits on the two stories I posted there on New Year's Day. And as we all know, stories get the greatest number of hits in the first 48 hours, so my count is FUCKED. (It DOES show the reviews and favorites, though. I guess it could be worse. *curls lip*)

Now maybe I can cook something.