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Sixty six is the one digit off ominous number of support struts on my staircase/balcony that need painting. Lauren toddled off to preschool, I slapped on the OMWF CD (I paint for as long as it takes to play it start to end and then stop and write smut do housework. Yes. I crave the scent of freshly ironed laundry. It's like a drug to me). I managed to do 14. That's not good. That's a lot left. So I did some more when she was in bed. Still have ever such a lot to do.
Other news; wrote lots. In a sickeningly smug way, I will now boast of BoD fics and BitD fics that are done and beta'd and Halloween fics that I have deliciously creepy plots for and Behind Closed Doors smutty goodness in the entry before this, with another one lounging seductively in my mind purring, 'write me'.
You all hate me now, right?
I just proved to David that I'm a Buffy addict (not that it was news...). He played a song and asked me to guess who it was by, where it came from. He does that. Strangely, I haven't divorced him yet. I listened and said simply, "Buffy. It's a Buffy song. It's in an episode, maybe a Bronze band."
He scoffed and sneered and spoke of Charlie's Angels. I held firm, secure in my geekdom, elbowed him out of the way, typed, 'Buffy music' in the search box and five seconds later was scrolling down an exhaustive list of every ditty ever heard on the show. It was in Something Blue. One chorus of 'Nyah, nyah' and a rhythmic victory dance later, he went to have a bath.
I just watched some S4 episodes. First ep of that when Buffy goes up against the too soon dead Sunday; "Let me answer that question with a head butt."
Now that motto would have made my university life so much more interesting...::regretful sigh::
Other news; wrote lots. In a sickeningly smug way, I will now boast of BoD fics and BitD fics that are done and beta'd and Halloween fics that I have deliciously creepy plots for and Behind Closed Doors smutty goodness in the entry before this, with another one lounging seductively in my mind purring, 'write me'.
You all hate me now, right?
I just proved to David that I'm a Buffy addict (not that it was news...). He played a song and asked me to guess who it was by, where it came from. He does that. Strangely, I haven't divorced him yet. I listened and said simply, "Buffy. It's a Buffy song. It's in an episode, maybe a Bronze band."
He scoffed and sneered and spoke of Charlie's Angels. I held firm, secure in my geekdom, elbowed him out of the way, typed, 'Buffy music' in the search box and five seconds later was scrolling down an exhaustive list of every ditty ever heard on the show. It was in Something Blue. One chorus of 'Nyah, nyah' and a rhythmic victory dance later, he went to have a bath.
I just watched some S4 episodes. First ep of that when Buffy goes up against the too soon dead Sunday; "Let me answer that question with a head butt."
Now that motto would have made my university life so much more interesting...::regretful sigh::
