Expat of Sadgewich

This shit with the whole blinds-behind-me-letting-in-the-damned-light-and-it-glares-off-the-monitor thing can go fuck off or something.  It fills me with the Unhappy. 

We were gonna get some groceries last night, and shrijani was all like, "let's wait till later", which translated into "Too Late!1" and now there are no cookies. 

Or Coke.

Or sugar for tea.

But I have Tenacious D, Dio, and Meat Loaf, all in one song.  So get up off it.

Sometimes I think that the only reason I bother blogging is to get my fingers all excited about trying to do the day's writing.  My brain is usually over it, the whole time, though.  I have to stop screwing around and figure out how to get video on my iPod, without that bullshit about buying stuff that I already own on DVD. 

Or something.

Still drawing blanks.  Gotta stop by the doc some day this week and confirm whether I'm firing them yet, though.

It can be Doughy Torus time nau?

EDIT: I have no idea why it breaks up my five-mile-hyphenated phrase-thing the way it does.