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Jul. 24th, 2004 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetWell, my attempt to pass the time with Warcraft last night didn't last long, because of slowness issues. So of course I read LJ (even going into that "yes, I'm really procrastinating" world of "friendsfriends") for far too long, and took improbable pictures with the new camera, and drank a Gritty's Best Brown and ate peach ice cream.
Today, it's raining. J. is away in southern Vermont for dairy-cow lessons. I have opportunties to be social tonight; well, more than one such chance today, but the ones where I'd have to leave Salem on the DNC-week-schedule commuter rail will sadly have to be skipped. Fortunately, another one is in walking distance, and I have an umbrella.
Until then, too much to do: cleaning, packing for a week in exile, planning for two games, going to the Y if I can make myself, and, oh, right, Consuela, who must by now be thinking I've been seeing another dissertation.
And none of this will start to happen until I log off.
But first, I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that I had French toast this morning while watching a Quebecois cartoon about an apparently Russian cosmonaut (he lived on the "moonski") who wrote himself love letters which, when he took them out of the mailbox, only upset him.
Today, it's raining. J. is away in southern Vermont for dairy-cow lessons. I have opportunties to be social tonight; well, more than one such chance today, but the ones where I'd have to leave Salem on the DNC-week-schedule commuter rail will sadly have to be skipped. Fortunately, another one is in walking distance, and I have an umbrella.
Until then, too much to do: cleaning, packing for a week in exile, planning for two games, going to the Y if I can make myself, and, oh, right, Consuela, who must by now be thinking I've been seeing another dissertation.
And none of this will start to happen until I log off.
But first, I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that I had French toast this morning while watching a Quebecois cartoon about an apparently Russian cosmonaut (he lived on the "moonski") who wrote himself love letters which, when he took them out of the mailbox, only upset him.
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Date: 2004-07-24 10:35 am (UTC)