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Not enough time in the universe
Sep. 28th, 2008 09:22 pmThe problem with working so much (Only one problem? Yes. Only one.) is that I have to cram a lot of things and events into a very short space of time. Then I get to my work week even more exhausted, and the cycle continues.
Tarasmas was awesome, as ever. I got to play a truly villainous villain. I hammed it up and cackled maniacally and had a fabulous time.
Spent the night at BorderCrossing's. She is something of a night owl, and she kept talking until about 03:00, which was wonderful to listen to, except that part of my brain kept going "Ohmygodit'slateandI'mtiredandIwanttosleep!" and so I kept losing bits of the conversation (woefully one-sided, I am ashamed to say) and kind of drifting off until she took pity on me and we went to sleep.
She made me a fabulous breakfast of a croissant and jam (artfully placed in a shot glass on the plate) with slices of cheese and scrambled eggs and vanilla yoghurt with bananas and blueberries. There was also tea and orange juice (I nearly typoed that as "tea and oranges," as in "And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China," and God I'm a dork). Delicious.
I spent the rest of the day cooking and chatting with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
toughlovemuse and luvenditti. We had a blast, cooked up a storm, and generally caught up and had a grand old time.
All too soon it was time to come home, and I am dead on my feet. I kid you not. Very, very dead. I have to go to bed *rightnow* because I have to be up again in six and a half hours to go to work.
There aren't enough hours in the day, and not enough days in the week. I love having such a full life, but at the same time, I always feel as though I'm constantly running to catch up with myself.
Tarasmas was awesome, as ever. I got to play a truly villainous villain. I hammed it up and cackled maniacally and had a fabulous time.
Spent the night at BorderCrossing's. She is something of a night owl, and she kept talking until about 03:00, which was wonderful to listen to, except that part of my brain kept going "Ohmygodit'slateandI'mtiredandIwanttosleep!" and so I kept losing bits of the conversation (woefully one-sided, I am ashamed to say) and kind of drifting off until she took pity on me and we went to sleep.
She made me a fabulous breakfast of a croissant and jam (artfully placed in a shot glass on the plate) with slices of cheese and scrambled eggs and vanilla yoghurt with bananas and blueberries. There was also tea and orange juice (I nearly typoed that as "tea and oranges," as in "And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China," and God I'm a dork). Delicious.
I spent the rest of the day cooking and chatting with
toughlovemuse and luvenditti. We had a blast, cooked up a storm, and generally caught up and had a grand old time.All too soon it was time to come home, and I am dead on my feet. I kid you not. Very, very dead. I have to go to bed *rightnow* because I have to be up again in six and a half hours to go to work.
There aren't enough hours in the day, and not enough days in the week. I love having such a full life, but at the same time, I always feel as though I'm constantly running to catch up with myself.
