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Le sigh.

So I know that I should be cleaning my kitchen right now. I mean, logically, I know this. I can practically see the dirt from here. But I don't waaaaant to. There are dishes in there, lurking. And dammit, I just don't give a damn.

So here I sit, not cleaning, and thinking about my terribly nice day:

Got up (late, natch - I'm late everywhere I go before noon since I started the night job).
Drove like a bat out of hell to Brighton to pick up John so we could go to Ron's and game.
Played MERP for many hours and had a blast doing it. There's just something about playing a half-elf that wields two swords that makes me ungodly happy.
Picked up pizza.
Worried about the fact that I could smell gas inside my car.
Went back to John and Tanise's.
Ate pizza.
Played LotR Trivial Pursuit (and lost....badly) and LotR Monopoly (which I won - dude, I never win anything!).
Worried some more about the gas thing.
Came home.
Avoided cleaning the kitchen.
Avoided it some more.
Yeah, okay, still avoiding.

All in all, a happy day. The best thing about playing the LotR games? The quotage.
Land on Gap of Rohan: "We should make for the Gap of Rohan!"
Land on Isengard: "They are taking the hobbits to Isengard!"
Land on Edoras: "Last I looked, Theoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan."

Etc, etc, ad nauseum, ad infinitum until Tanise wants to kill us all and put out our eyeses. Hee!

Okay, enough with the avoidance. Time to gird myself with sponge and pail and break through the defenses of the kitchen. God be with me.


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January 2013



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