speak to me; the calm I feel means a storm is swelling

It's really strange how my body tells me it's early afternoon and yes, it'd be okay to have lunch and a cold Mike's now, but the clock tells me it's only mid-morning and maybe I should think about a snack and maybe a cup of coffee.

My sore throat tells me that despite my vacationly love for Bali Hais, I'm really not a smoker. How weird is it that I've never been addicted to tobacco? Even when I was what could be labelled a "smoker" (read: my teenage misspent y00t), I was never hooked. I could go weeks without smoking and then smoke a pack a day for a month. 'Course, now, I don't even like regular cigarettes. Bali Hais, OTOH, are yummy, but when I'm back home doing the Back Home thing, I don't have cravings. On the rare occasion I've bought a pack impulsively, most of it's usually sat in a drawer and gotten stale and then thrown away. Go figure.

So anyway, I'm here in beautiful Eugene, Oregon, and moonlight69 and ashkitty are off at their respective Places O' Employment. moonlight69's very kind, very easygoing husband is sleeping upstairs, so I'm being very quiet so I won't wake him up. On account of him being nice and kind and easygoing and all. Laid-back people are very cool indeed. Aforementioned husband would get along well with croosa, as croosa is also good at teh laid back.

Yesterday I finally saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (aka PotC v. 2.0). Couple things about that:

( Avast, Here be Spoilers )

Woah. This post was way long. It's now 1:00 P.M and my body thinks it's 3:00 and woah. After laundry it can actually BE time for a nice cold Mike's. Dunno about the cloves. Ow, my throat hurts. And I think I'm croaking a little. Most likely, I will ignore both of these things and go for it.

But yay for me. Vacation laziness and it's cooler today I've decided on my tattoo location (left wrist, yessir) and I might finally get to see Men With Brooms later on. Housework as Sport (now improved! with added Paul Gross!). What a concept.


P.S. *reads user info, scratches head* moonlight69, why are you a yacht?

sore was I from a crack of an enemy's hose and the horrible sound of tomatah

Wait just a minute, now. Paul Gross WROTE Men With Brooms? Okay, now I really want to see it.

Speaking of rocking on (and yet another Paul), what does it say about me that my current music is probably one of my top ten favourite songs ever? Might even make the top five. I mean, geebus, read the lyrics, d00ds.

'Course, the same squeeing love applies to Elton and Bernie's masterpiece of Deep Meaning, Solar Prestige A Gammon. That one's even a lj interest. *adds Monkberry Moon Delight to list, also, encourages songdog to do the same*

Monkberry Moon Delight. It's not just a song, or even a soap anymore. Now it's a movement.

P.S. #2. peacey, where are you? Could we liek, make a date to actually (well, okay, virtually) talk to each other? I miss you. *pines away*