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G'ah. My tummy is all rumbly now, and I knew it would happen. But there was nothing else to eat, so rumbly making it was. Still, it's particularly vexing because it wasn't all that nummy to begin with and then the dog lept up and knocked the bowl onto the floor. It made a particularly spectacular splash of tomato sauce and I spent the last twenty minutes scrubbing the carpet to clean it. Now it looks like something spilled a few days ago as opposed to someone having killed a small animal right infront of the DVD player. Yay for me.
I was watching The Devil Wears Prada for the second time, and I think I enjoyed it more this go round, puppy teething and splatter aside. I still resent not getting my favorite bit of the book thrown into the movie, but at least this time I knew it wasn't coming. And the deleted scenes were almost as much fun as the gag reel. That alone was worth the price. And I always feel like a dufus for laughing at the gag reel on things, though I don't know why. Maybe because so many are this long endless stream of inside jokes? No clue.
I need to return my copy of the book to Ari, but as I haven't talked to her since her wedding, I'm not sure when that'll happen. I'd say I'm avoiding her, only... you kind of have to have the chance of interaction with someone to avoid them, I think. *shrug*
The good thing about going a little wacky with the camera? It means I had to straighten part of my room, which is nice. If I can either sneak in a nap or just remember, I'll have to do some laundry tonight. But for now, I'll be content with my thermal blanket being clean for the first time in months. Okay, fine, that's just what I'm telling myself. I don't really believe it. :p
There are numerous things I've found are less than fantastic about the night shift, but a big one is that there is absolutely no one to do anything with on my weekday off. No one. They're all at work. Okay, or I'm not talking to them, but we'll go with the work thing. It's not even like I've managed to switch myself to a normal schedule. Give me enough days [anything more than four] and I revert to being awake at night anyway.
... Or they blow me off to organize their room. o_O That's... nice. Couldn't you just say you were busy? Then I could pretend you were saving the world or something.
Nap time, for sure.
( But first, Evie. )
Now it's nap time.
I was watching The Devil Wears Prada for the second time, and I think I enjoyed it more this go round, puppy teething and splatter aside. I still resent not getting my favorite bit of the book thrown into the movie, but at least this time I knew it wasn't coming. And the deleted scenes were almost as much fun as the gag reel. That alone was worth the price. And I always feel like a dufus for laughing at the gag reel on things, though I don't know why. Maybe because so many are this long endless stream of inside jokes? No clue.
I need to return my copy of the book to Ari, but as I haven't talked to her since her wedding, I'm not sure when that'll happen. I'd say I'm avoiding her, only... you kind of have to have the chance of interaction with someone to avoid them, I think. *shrug*
The good thing about going a little wacky with the camera? It means I had to straighten part of my room, which is nice. If I can either sneak in a nap or just remember, I'll have to do some laundry tonight. But for now, I'll be content with my thermal blanket being clean for the first time in months. Okay, fine, that's just what I'm telling myself. I don't really believe it. :p
There are numerous things I've found are less than fantastic about the night shift, but a big one is that there is absolutely no one to do anything with on my weekday off. No one. They're all at work. Okay, or I'm not talking to them, but we'll go with the work thing. It's not even like I've managed to switch myself to a normal schedule. Give me enough days [anything more than four] and I revert to being awake at night anyway.
... Or they blow me off to organize their room. o_O That's... nice. Couldn't you just say you were busy? Then I could pretend you were saving the world or something.
Nap time, for sure.
( But first, Evie. )
Now it's nap time.
