‘Cause I counting no age.
I’m not sure what’s behind it (maturity? wait, no. nostalgia?), but I’m suddenly all about teh pretty piano pieces. Jon Brion, Corpse Bride, and now Alarm Will Sound’s cover of Avril 14th (currently on this morning’s 9th listen). Can anyone recommend some particularly good ones that won’t make me feel like I’m turning into my mother?
Hint: Think walking alone in Fall, reflecting on stuff. Bein’ all deep.
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I got my electric kettle/strainer/cups yesterday. No looseleaf stuff to try them with yet, though. Soon!
The cups are disappointing so far. I imagined the glass components resting snuggly in the metal frame, ready for removal and cleaning, but they actually scrape and whine when pulled from the frame’s grip. They still look nice, though.
Things to do:
Make that appointment for Karen.
Make that appointment for that car.
I totally beat Katamari last night, while having the nicest chat with a semi-old friend. Everything is upright, everything is in motion.
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I GET MONDAY OFF
I HAD NO IDEA
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
It’s already 10 am and this day has peaked. I should just go home.
Hell, even the Senate is making me happy today. Or, at least not disappointing me once again.
UPDATE: IT’S 11:30 AND THE BEST DAY EVER KEEPS ON ROLLING
I made a vet appt. for Shatner. Is it time to make kitty unable to have more kitties? ‘Cause that’s what’s happening to Shatner. No puppies.
Also, best podcast ever: http://www.topofthepods.com/
I forgot about Monday!
HOOOOOOOOOOOORAY!
My camera better come: today, tomorrow, or Saturday. OR ELSE.
Karen can’t make kitties as it is. We just need a check up for her.