Her life is meaningless without chicken.
Jul. 29th, 2008 06:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
firstlight1. My masochism. Let me show you it.
(This is what happens when you angst too much with Lynn about writing. Oh yeah, just imagine what the rest of the many hour long conversation was like.)
2. Today I made chicken stock; I think this finally pushed Tezmobile over the edge and tumbling down into the deep dark waters of chicken-craving madness. Poor thing. Serves her right for the hairball and the use of the rug as a litter-tray and the close call with my lunch.
3. The lack of humidity and the frequent cloud-cover today have both been glorious. I walked to the shops and wasn't dead of heat by the time I got back.
4. Baccano! continues to provide the good stuff. And by 'good' I mean 'totally demented.'
(This is what happens when you angst too much with Lynn about writing. Oh yeah, just imagine what the rest of the many hour long conversation was like.)
2. Today I made chicken stock; I think this finally pushed Tezmobile over the edge and tumbling down into the deep dark waters of chicken-craving madness. Poor thing. Serves her right for the hairball and the use of the rug as a litter-tray and the close call with my lunch.
3. The lack of humidity and the frequent cloud-cover today have both been glorious. I walked to the shops and wasn't dead of heat by the time I got back.
4. Baccano! continues to provide the good stuff. And by 'good' I mean 'totally demented.'
