Quiet weekend, bored, blah.

2004-02-08 10:55 a.m.

It was rather a quiet and uneventful weekend. I didn't make any plans and was scrambling at the last minute to find someone to do something with. By Saturday night I had the details on a downtown beerfest but by the time I got my shit together I had a headache and it was already 10:30. I decided to pack it in and open a bottle of pinot noir and watch some TV and call it a night. Of course I woke up at 6:00am with a migraine. After another dose of medication this morning and two cups of coffee I'm feeling much better. Sheesh. I only had two glasses of wine. I should know better than to mix red wine with an impending headache.

I got out of the house once to go to forms class Saturday morning. I learned some new moves which included a fun jumping kick. Just like David Lee Roth in the video "Jump" so I spent the rest of class humming Van Halen songs as I jumped, punched and squatted.

Today I have some work I brought home from the office to get done. Then I'm toying with the idea of sneaking into work to do my taxes (dial up at home is sloooow).

What should I spend my refund on? My Power Mac is about eight years old. I could use another one. But I also have an iBook, should I just buy accessories for that and make that my main home computer? The only thing I don't like about it is the small screen. It makes it difficult for working with digital pictures. I also need a bigger badder iPod. Decisions. Decisions.

Cat tested. Cat approved.

2004-02-05 10:21 a.m.

I got my swanky new couch delivered this morning. It is beautiful but in case you were wondering, cats do want to scratch on chenile. I thought it would be so soft that they wouldn't be attracted to it. I guess I'll need to get out the spray bottle and the double stick tape. My biggest fear is that I'll come home and find the couch shredded down to its wooden frame. Both of the cats walked all over it and rolled around a bit. Then got that glint in their eye as they unsheathed their claws and held their paws over the fabric, watching me scream as they gently laid their paws down for a good scratch. I tried to get the moving guys to take the old couch away but they declined. Bastards. Does anyone want a free ugly used couch with a pretty slip cover? Free. Free. Free. All you have to do is pick it up.

Things I thought about in the tub this morning.

2004-02-04 9:56 a.m.

Kung fu has turned this left handed girl into a right handed fighter. However, I still favor my left leg for kicking techniques.

I had a dream last night that I was picking up aluminum cans in an open field on a stormy evening and was struck by lightening.

Every time I hear the name "John Edwards" on the radio I think of the guy that can talk to dead people. Think of how handy that would be for a president. You could consult with dead presidents, suddenly go into trance during meetings in the oval office and impress foreign diplomats during dinner.

Joke curtesy of DJ Geo: How do you fit an elephant in a Safeway bag? I dunno, how do you fit an elephant in a Safeway bag? You take the "s" out of safe and the "f" out of way. (If you don't get it, look in the comments)

Cuts you up.

2004-02-03 10:50 a.m.

I saw a bumper sticker this morning that said "Well behaved women rarely make history." I think that will be my mantra for the week. It also gives me an excuse to behave badly. What sort of mischief can I make?

I've been novel dreaming again. The characters from my previous novel are invading my dreams in an effort to get themselves in print. Marae, Will and Byron all milling around in my head, talking to me and talking to each other. Marae wants to go to Seattle and hunt down a rogue werewolf. Will wants blood and sex. I still haven't figured out what Byron wants and what makes him tick. I need to spend some time this weekend drawing up character sketches and a loose outline before they drive me crazy and I start talking back to them like the crazy people on the bus. I also have to figure out werewolf culture as it related in my world. How do you kill a werewolf? Silver bullets? Silver blades?