So. Last night.

[shadesong]

Got home, and yendi immediately went to bed. Like, immediately. His plan was just to rest, but he fell asleep, of course. He falls asleeps at the drop of a hat. (Seriously, drop a hat around him sometime.)

So it's 5:15 and my boy is asleep.

I do e-mail and LJ and stuff. It's 6:00. I go to wake him up. "Do you want to wake up?" "Mmmmrble." "Okay." I close the bedroom door, as the bedroom is right next to the computer.

So I intermittently do stuff online and read the back issue of "Bitch" that arrived yesterday. It's 6:40. I go in. "Adam." "Mrph." "Adam." I rub his back... "Do you want to wake up, or do you want to keep sleeping?" Pause... "Yes". I sigh, "Okay, I'll leave you to it," and go make myself some dinner.

It should be noted that I'm not really good at being completely alone in the house (or the only person awake). I tend to have no time sense and no idea what to do unless I'm following another person, be it Adam or Elayna. So after eating dinner, I pretty much drifted aimlessly about the house. Couldn't write - the computer, as I said, is right next to the bedroom, and I didn't want to wake him up. I have a very clattery keyboard. And I didn't want to go take a walk in case he woke up. So I read half of Bentley Little's "The Collection" and did a few aimless LJ things, as y'all saw. Finally decided to go to bed at 11. I half-registered Adam getting up at 11:30 and was half-conscious for a while waiting for him to come back, then drifted in and out of sleep... every time I realized I was the only one in the bed, I woke up partway.

Woke up this morning to find that all three of the skirts I'd been bidding on on eBay had been sniped out from under me. So, whoever you are that stayed up til 1 AM to snipe those skirts, I hope the packages get torn open in the mail and the skirts get shredded. Bitches. I needed those skirts more than you, my pants are on the verge of not fitting and I am *not* buying a whole new set of pants in a bigger size.

So. You're all on twisty broomstick gypsy skirt alert.

So yeah. Shitty depressy night. I'm wearing my favorite shirt today in an effort to cheer myself up. Wish me luck.

Comments

[kellinator.livejournal.com]

This is so ironic. I was driving home yesterday at 6 pm, and I passed the turn to your house, and I thought, "I'd really like to hang out with 'song and Adam, but they're probably doing something and I would be intruding."

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

Heh. Just as well; the bell would've woken him up and he would've gotten all cranky.

[m0usegrrl.livejournal.com]

poor 'song. ::hugs:: those sniping eBay bitchwhores, i hope they choke on those skirts.

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

Yes, see, if the skirts get shredded in the mail, we can stuff some of the strips in their mouths and use the rest to tie around their heads. DIY ballgag. And then we can kick them in the head.

You saw those skirts. They were so me. *sulk*

[m0usegrrl.livejournal.com]

i know. they were totally you. and from a seller we like.

i'll keep my eyes open on eBay -- i got some skirts like that myself a couple years ago, so maybe i'll check to see if that seller is still around and stuff. [i need twisty broomstick gypsy skirts too!]

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

Yay, thank you!

Something that eBay's using is crashing my browser here at work, so I can't shop. :(

[m0usegrrl.livejournal.com]

prolly Java or something. try using IE -- yeh, i know. but just at work. =)

sending you a link to an auction!