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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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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?
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?
