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Saturdayness
Nov. 6th, 2004 09:00 amIt is morning. I am sleepy. I am feeling particulary verbose, as easily shown in the preceding sentences.
I had to smile as I walked into the computer room this morning. We pulled a temporary table over to stand between our desks last night, and there's a heavy, expensive pie pan on top with four chip crumbs. (I love the pie pan.. it was one of the few purchases we made with wedding shower gift card money at one of those semi-fancy department stores. Just because I can't get it out of the cabinet without help doesn't mean anything.) The bag of chips is (tightly clipped) on the floor, and there are three Pepsi cans on M's desk and two [soft drink and water] bottles on mine, along with a mostly empty roll of paper towels, and one crumpled napkin. We played Darkstone last night, which makes us feel very very nostalgic. There aren't all that many games we play on our network, and we haven't done it at all in a very long time, but Darkstone is our favorite.. it's kind of a Diablo clone. We decided long ago that we weren't capable of playing without some sort of junk food.. usually chips, sometimes corn dogs. It really doesn't make any sense because you kind of need your hands to click around, but still, we made a special grocery shopping trip to get some. (I'm not sure what it says that we were completely out of food but was refusing to go to the store until we realized that we needed chips.) We are extremely jättegood at this game. He plays as a female warrior, and I am the sorceress. Not that this is an important part of the story. Not that there is any more to the story.
The Good Thing About Being Home Alone: I can listen to music that M hates (see above). If you know what song I'm talking about, I wish to apologize for liking such utter crap. I realize that it's crap. I have no idea why I like it.. it's so very, very much not the kind of thing I usually listen to. In general, songs with lyrics like, "can we do what we did last night again?" and "can we get it on?" and "at the end of the night when I make up your mind, you'll be coming on home with me" are generally off my playlist. It really creeps M out.. almost the only song that I listen to that he absolutely can't stand to have on. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blue_eyed_girl, I have to admit that pretty much the entire Recovering the Satellites CD falls, to a slightly lesser extent, into that category as well, though. *sigh* I so didn't marry him for his taste in music.. I've gotta say that much--but he does look good in jeans at least...)
So I'm planning on going to visit my parents today while M is at work.. hence being awake so early on a Saturday. I started writing this journal entry as a way to gradually wake up, but now I'm realizing that it's gradually making me late, so I guess it's time for me to get going. Crap, I'm supposed to leave in one minute to follow the schedule I made last night. That's so not going to happen. Oopsie.
I had to smile as I walked into the computer room this morning. We pulled a temporary table over to stand between our desks last night, and there's a heavy, expensive pie pan on top with four chip crumbs. (I love the pie pan.. it was one of the few purchases we made with wedding shower gift card money at one of those semi-fancy department stores. Just because I can't get it out of the cabinet without help doesn't mean anything.) The bag of chips is (tightly clipped) on the floor, and there are three Pepsi cans on M's desk and two [soft drink and water] bottles on mine, along with a mostly empty roll of paper towels, and one crumpled napkin. We played Darkstone last night, which makes us feel very very nostalgic. There aren't all that many games we play on our network, and we haven't done it at all in a very long time, but Darkstone is our favorite.. it's kind of a Diablo clone. We decided long ago that we weren't capable of playing without some sort of junk food.. usually chips, sometimes corn dogs. It really doesn't make any sense because you kind of need your hands to click around, but still, we made a special grocery shopping trip to get some. (I'm not sure what it says that we were completely out of food but was refusing to go to the store until we realized that we needed chips.) We are extremely jättegood at this game. He plays as a female warrior, and I am the sorceress. Not that this is an important part of the story. Not that there is any more to the story.
The Good Thing About Being Home Alone: I can listen to music that M hates (see above). If you know what song I'm talking about, I wish to apologize for liking such utter crap. I realize that it's crap. I have no idea why I like it.. it's so very, very much not the kind of thing I usually listen to. In general, songs with lyrics like, "can we do what we did last night again?" and "can we get it on?" and "at the end of the night when I make up your mind, you'll be coming on home with me" are generally off my playlist. It really creeps M out.. almost the only song that I listen to that he absolutely can't stand to have on. (
blue_eyed_girl, I have to admit that pretty much the entire Recovering the Satellites CD falls, to a slightly lesser extent, into that category as well, though. *sigh* I so didn't marry him for his taste in music.. I've gotta say that much--but he does look good in jeans at least...)So I'm planning on going to visit my parents today while M is at work.. hence being awake so early on a Saturday. I started writing this journal entry as a way to gradually wake up, but now I'm realizing that it's gradually making me late, so I guess it's time for me to get going. Crap, I'm supposed to leave in one minute to follow the schedule I made last night. That's so not going to happen. Oopsie.
