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Jul. 24th, 2008 08:41 pmOk I may have a new all time favorite quote:
"I wanted to kick his ass. I wanted to build a machine to kick his ass. I wanted to build an empire to house the machine to kick his ass!"
That is passion right there, my friends. You can't fake that.
Currently I'm trying to get used to the work schedule or, more accurately, to get used to how little time I have after work each day. I literally get home, feed the starving cats, water the garden, then if I'm lucky, eat something. After that I plunge into emails and LJ for an hour or so then it's time for bed. Seriously, that's my life.
Except on nights like tonight when I get home, feed the cats, note that one of them has smeared fecal matter all over the carpet, throw laundry in the machine, clean up said fecal matter, clean the litterbox, let the cats outside, hose down the litterbox then refill it, water the garden, switch the laundry to the dryer...then I got to eat some dinner.
It's at times like these I am forcibly reminded that I would make a wretched mother and it's a damn good thing I've never even been close to procreating. Really litterboxes are bad enough, I can't even imagine facing diapers. I'd completely fall apart.
In other news my friend J- is downright gleeful about some mysterious birthday gift that he hopes I'll be receiving some time before the end of the century. I'm quite delighted by how happy he is about his plans, though I must admit I'm even more excited about the fact that he's writing me SGA fanfic. And he's doing it from Ronon's perspective. This is incredibly cool because he is Ronon and he's never written me fic before.
Goddess, somebody tell me tomorrow is Friday and I'll have two days to actually get caught up on email, reading blogs, doing housework, sleep, those kinds of things...
"I wanted to kick his ass. I wanted to build a machine to kick his ass. I wanted to build an empire to house the machine to kick his ass!"
That is passion right there, my friends. You can't fake that.
Currently I'm trying to get used to the work schedule or, more accurately, to get used to how little time I have after work each day. I literally get home, feed the starving cats, water the garden, then if I'm lucky, eat something. After that I plunge into emails and LJ for an hour or so then it's time for bed. Seriously, that's my life.
Except on nights like tonight when I get home, feed the cats, note that one of them has smeared fecal matter all over the carpet, throw laundry in the machine, clean up said fecal matter, clean the litterbox, let the cats outside, hose down the litterbox then refill it, water the garden, switch the laundry to the dryer...then I got to eat some dinner.
It's at times like these I am forcibly reminded that I would make a wretched mother and it's a damn good thing I've never even been close to procreating. Really litterboxes are bad enough, I can't even imagine facing diapers. I'd completely fall apart.
In other news my friend J- is downright gleeful about some mysterious birthday gift that he hopes I'll be receiving some time before the end of the century. I'm quite delighted by how happy he is about his plans, though I must admit I'm even more excited about the fact that he's writing me SGA fanfic. And he's doing it from Ronon's perspective. This is incredibly cool because he is Ronon and he's never written me fic before.
Goddess, somebody tell me tomorrow is Friday and I'll have two days to actually get caught up on email, reading blogs, doing housework, sleep, those kinds of things...
