|01:53 pm - A long chapter in which not much of interest happens|
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So today's plan. I made a list of the projects I want to work on categorized by due dates. I bought some leather last night to try to make leather beads, to match the leather cat that rocker got me.
Superbowl: Food delicious. Game hellacious.
By halftime, we had our drinking game. Drink everytime a marginal call gets ruled in Pittsburgh's favor.
Needless to say, I don't remember how I got home.
Heh heh. No we didn't actually play the drinking game, just joked about it.
Commercials were fairly lame too, although I'm sure I heard Adam West's voice doing a narration. Unfortunately, I can't remember what the stupid thing was hawking so I have no way of looking it up.
My domain name provider once again horrifies and annoys me with their lame commercials. If wasn't so happy with their service and value, I would dump their asses.
Also, I've learned what I suspected all along, I really could sit through Jay Mohr hawking the worst product on earth and be perfectly content. Peter Jackson, sign him up for a cameo in your next insanely long, dizzying swooping crane shot epic, and watch me sit through the whole damn thing on the off-chance he'll show up again later.
And now I'm done.
No, I'm not: The Derby tarts with hoppie's mother's tart crust were DELICIOUS, but I need bigger milk vessels (bowls and pots). I can't make a double batch with my current equipment.
Current Music: Writers Radio podcast (Feb 6)