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mousmeStill no answer from her. I didn't leave a message this time. I would think that anything above three is considered stalker level, right?
*sigh*
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fearsclave and firewillow will be here in less than two hours for what will hopefully be a good game of Mage. I only hope fearsclave won't be too fried from going to bed late and getting up at an ungodly hour to go fishing. Seems to me that's a guarantee to have him crash early, but what can you do? A game is a game.
I've got the worst part of the apartment (i.e. the litter boxes) done, and most of the kitchen. So at least my guests won't be asphyxiated by the toxic goop that my cats produce on a regular basis (I swear, you'd think they were snacking on grass from Tchernobyl...), and won't be grossed out by all the dishes that I regularly neglect.
I still have to pick up all the random stuff that's accumulated in my living-room, however, because that's where we'll be playing.
My table is *covered* in junk, most of it useful, but nonetheless it qualifies as clutter.
I don't really feel like moving, let alone cleaning, but I am forcing myself to get off my ass and do stuff, because, well, it isn't nice for other people to be welcomed into a mess such as this, and mine is the only available place to play tonight. Have put on The Full Monty soundtrack in an effort to disco my way to tidyness. ;)
Having people over is a good thing. *repeat to self* It'll prevent me from stewing in my own juice and brooding unnecessarily.
Besides, I bought two and a half pounds of cherries! Yee!
:::edit:::
LiveJournal is being a biatch and not letting me update, so I'm posting this about, oh, a day after I wanted to.
She called to let me know she got my messages, will be speaking to her tomorrow. Well, officially today, but not for at least another ten hours or so.
Mage unquestionably rocked, and now that we're Technocrats we get lots of cool gadgets, and I GOT A FLASHY THINGIE! Wheeee!
It's hot in my apartment again, though.
Bummer.
*sigh*
Cleaning up madly now as
fearsclave and firewillow will be here in less than two hours for what will hopefully be a good game of Mage. I only hope fearsclave won't be too fried from going to bed late and getting up at an ungodly hour to go fishing. Seems to me that's a guarantee to have him crash early, but what can you do? A game is a game.I've got the worst part of the apartment (i.e. the litter boxes) done, and most of the kitchen. So at least my guests won't be asphyxiated by the toxic goop that my cats produce on a regular basis (I swear, you'd think they were snacking on grass from Tchernobyl...), and won't be grossed out by all the dishes that I regularly neglect.
I still have to pick up all the random stuff that's accumulated in my living-room, however, because that's where we'll be playing.
My table is *covered* in junk, most of it useful, but nonetheless it qualifies as clutter.
I don't really feel like moving, let alone cleaning, but I am forcing myself to get off my ass and do stuff, because, well, it isn't nice for other people to be welcomed into a mess such as this, and mine is the only available place to play tonight. Have put on The Full Monty soundtrack in an effort to disco my way to tidyness. ;)
Having people over is a good thing. *repeat to self* It'll prevent me from stewing in my own juice and brooding unnecessarily.
Besides, I bought two and a half pounds of cherries! Yee!
:::edit:::
LiveJournal is being a biatch and not letting me update, so I'm posting this about, oh, a day after I wanted to.
She called to let me know she got my messages, will be speaking to her tomorrow. Well, officially today, but not for at least another ten hours or so.
Mage unquestionably rocked, and now that we're Technocrats we get lots of cool gadgets, and I GOT A FLASHY THINGIE! Wheeee!
It's hot in my apartment again, though.
Bummer.
