clevermanka (
clevermanka) wrote2008-01-22 12:30 pm
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Sometimes even *I* don't like myself
Yesterday was one of those days.
The only (and I mean the only) thing I wanted to do was get to work building the furniture for the sewing room. Of course, this was impossible because of the miserably cold weather. Even if we'd been able to find a non-snowy spot on which to place the table saw, we would've sawed off our numb fingers while using it.
So instead of doing a fifth load of laundry, knitting a third object for the weekend, or cracking open another book, I just sort of sat around and moped. Vocally. Bleh. Poor
mckitterick. He tried to cheer me up, but I just wasn't going for it.
Want. To. Sew. I really really really want some new clothes. Maybe next month will bring a weekend with temperatures above 40. Hey, it could happen. Not likely, but possible. Hope springs.
I found my birthday present. I'll post a picture if I win the auction (crosses fingers).
Someone brought me a Michael's coupon to the office. Another stamp pad for me! Perhaps I'll go out there tonight.
Here is a fabulous story wherein I look ridiculous:
For nearly a year, I've had this quote from
femfataleatron that I wanted to use for my email .sig file. Last week I finally got around to emailing him to ask if he'd mind. He didn't remember ever saying (or typing) it, but said whatever.
everflame later wrote me to say that I was the one who said it.
**long embarrassed pause**
I had no idea I was so clever. I'm so clever, I don't even remember how clever I am. *facepalm*
The only (and I mean the only) thing I wanted to do was get to work building the furniture for the sewing room. Of course, this was impossible because of the miserably cold weather. Even if we'd been able to find a non-snowy spot on which to place the table saw, we would've sawed off our numb fingers while using it.
So instead of doing a fifth load of laundry, knitting a third object for the weekend, or cracking open another book, I just sort of sat around and moped. Vocally. Bleh. Poor
Want. To. Sew. I really really really want some new clothes. Maybe next month will bring a weekend with temperatures above 40. Hey, it could happen. Not likely, but possible. Hope springs.
I found my birthday present. I'll post a picture if I win the auction (crosses fingers).
Someone brought me a Michael's coupon to the office. Another stamp pad for me! Perhaps I'll go out there tonight.
Here is a fabulous story wherein I look ridiculous:
For nearly a year, I've had this quote from
**long embarrassed pause**
I had no idea I was so clever. I'm so clever, I don't even remember how clever I am. *facepalm*

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=D
Re: weather forecasts--I shall be cautiously optimistic. But that would be wonderful. Sewing room furniture would be an even better birthday present than the eBay find. Which is not to say I won't bid on it. You know, just in case.
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Worked it in? I don't understand. If you mean what was the context of the email, I believe we were discussing stupid people. It's a subject that (unfortunately) comes up quite often these days.
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Is she calling me one of these cherished few? Warning me of the dangers of thinking the worst? So then I can't think that she means the worst with that quote... can I?
Or I can also see a lot of furrowed brows, followed by:
"Huh."
It fits you perfectly, though. I like it.
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Is she calling me one of these cherished few? Warning me of the dangers of thinking the worst? So then I can't think that she means the worst with that quote... can I?
Dude. You way overanalyze .sig files.
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Wow, I have no idea, but that's interesting. Misery loves company, I guess. =D
Thanks for the crossed fingers. Yeah, stalled creatively and in a state of disorganization. You can imagine. I'm climbing the walls, here.
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I make it sound a lot cuter than it actually was. In reality, I was pretty annoying and childish. If you'd been here in person, though, I would've made an effort to be charmingly grumpy.