Yup, that's me.
Although it's nice to be actually having a lazy morning, instead of comatose-feeling-like-shit passed out morning. So I'm drinking tea, listening to the Apo tracks I've downloaded and being...well, lazy.
Things to do today:
Muck ferrets out.
Go see Chris and beg for an apprenticeship.
Draw. (I'm in a creative mood)
Shout at file sharing software until it gives in and goes and gets me the music I want.
OK, that last is me being - heh - lazy. I'll confess, the main reason I like to download music is to see if I like a band, then I can go get their albums knowing I'm not going to put them on and think, crap, whatever possessed me to buy this? And in case you're looking at this going WTF? Where has she been for the last gazillion years the answer is - obeying my dear husband's unilateral edict that Thou Shalt Not Install File Sharing Software.
Bollocks.
So I asked
arrys_girlie which one she used (I would have used WinMX but the firewall blocked it and I didn't dare ask how to free it up - had I asked somebody else and fiddled with the firewall settings His Nibs would have gone ballistic) and gave it a whirl. Presto, success!
So I'm having quite the ball chasing down stuff I've been meaning to get, although it seems that I only ever seem to get about 50% of the files I select. But then, I'm selecting hundreds of the buggers so no biggie, really.
Does mean I now have a huge list of albums to get. *Snort* Ah well.
Tattoo is as sore as a very sore thing on a sore day. Washed it carefully first thing - gritted teeth - dabbed it dry and applied cream. So far, so hoopy. Washed rest of self, dried off then applied spray deoderant, totally forgetting in my pre-second-mug-of-tea state about the fresh tatt on the left hand side of my chest, dangerously close to said armpit.
And once I'd stopped screaming and rolling around on the bathroom floor (OK, bit of an exaggeration but my vision did go decidedly sparkly for a moment or two) I thought I'd probably best watch out for that for the next few days. *Snort*
Did spend some time looking at myself in bathroom mirror - have never been a vain creature so this is a rather new experience for me. Damn, but I love the way my ink looks; as I said to Bish while we were away, it feels like I'm claiming my body back. Remaking myself in an image of my own choosing.
In other news,
triad_fic is filling up nicely with a mix of new and old stuff. Not many fans as yet but who knows. From little acorns mighty oaks and all that horsepuckey, wot?
Anyway. That's me so far.
How's your day going?