*stretch*
Eight hours at work. They let me use the big steamy machine today, which was exciting. No work again until next Wednesday.

Substituting calories for sleep so I can go dance in Ballard tonight. I need to figure out what time that starts.

Today, at the garden, the compost heap spontaniously ignited. Now, I am wet and covered in composty ash and smell of smoldering, half rotted plant material. It also rained. Lots, and very hard.

Can't sleep, so what am I doing? I'm writing out various forms of code for my Brownies! I'm a dork. Can I relay that to you in either Morse code or flagged Semaphore? Yes!

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I am now authorised to write on cups. Whee! Still can't use the big espresso machine thing, though ( Read more... )

I am becoming more and more intrigued by a certain prospect. I shall be very interested to discover the outcome ( Read more... )

Six hours of computer based training. My brain is fried.

Made gingerbeer. It is tastey. Also made gingerbread. It is also tastey.

Driving home from a friend's place, I listened to part of the Compline service on the radio. Liturgical chant is so luscious.

Fantastic. I am allergic to my windows, which means I can take benedryl and breathe but have fuzz brain, or I can think straight but be itchy and not really breathe ( Read more... )

I am employed! Huzzah!

I want to go make a pie, but there's a man tuning the piano.