palace of winds

To the lovely requestor of pictures: they’re on my desktop at home, which I turn on rather infrequently now that I have my laptop. Well, and because I have a basket of laundry that needs to be put away sitting in front of that chair, and a huge bag of yarn sitting IN the chair. So really what I need to do is clean, I suppose. And get back on topic…

I shall email you pics as soon as I turn it on again. I also owe you an email about tinyhouses (not that there’s much to say except I waaant one, alas), and comments on your lovely new songs, which I need to download at home so I can have a real listen at full volume. (At work I keep my music quite low, in case someone comes in. It means I can listen to songs that say things like “you wanna get boned / you wanna get stoned / you wanna get a room like no one else” without worrying that a surprise visitor might overhear. Though I did have to take “Closer” off one of my playlists, because that’s really, really pushing it.)

If I had a hot boss I would be Bridget Jones today. I really must learn to test out sitting in skirts before I buy them. Ah well. Only a few more hours, and some errands, and weigh-in, and voting, and then I can crawl into my pajamas and watch House and then head straight to bed, nine o’clock be damned.

I’ve been mentally working on my Geek Wishlist, but every time I sit down in front of the computer I forget about doing it. I guess I’m remembering now, but — well. I’m feeling lazy, I guess. And guilty. Must do accounting. Must. Must.

I — now have no memory of why I wanted to post in the first place. Oh lord. Guess it’s one of those days.