*cough* *hack*
Jan. 17th, 2004 11:21 pmmeh.
My throat isn't sore exactly. But it does feel weirdly sandpapery way down in the windpipe. And I can't laugh without exploding into consumptive sounding coughing.
This, compounded by bad mood, isn't the most pleasant thing in the world.
Other than the odd suspiciously bronchial goodness, today was fairly good. Spent much of it with
sundart - MST3K (a painfully horrible movie, even to the 'bots) in the morning, followed by some naked shenanigans, and then a trip downtown for used music (
sundart) and mysterious package contents (me). We left the house sort of in a rush as we got started late, and I was wicked crabby at first because I was blood hungry and rumbly, so we stopped at State Street for lunch and munchies. Their wraps are the shizznit - is it one of those regional english things to call them strollers? Anyway, rest of trip was highlighted by a stop at
spacecrime (how the hell is it that I start reading The Magic of Recluce and then
sundart starts collecting the rest of the series?) and a stop at Silverscape Designs to ogle the pretty, artistic sparklies. I love how their ring settings are far more interesting than the traditional band-and-something-wickedly-sporklike. :)
On the way home, perhaps inspired by the trip to Silverscape,
sundart and I discussed the whole ring idea, what metal to get it in, what stones if any, inscriptions, cost... and then we got into this whole long thing about the whole weddings per se have too much of a squick factor to deal with, but we definitely wanted some sort of party to go with the rings - everyone else gets one, after all - and then it got kinda convoluted and then our brains exploded so we decided to shelve the idea until we figured some stuff out. Anybody have any insight on ring prices, especially custom designed stuff?
felt kinda like death this evening and sad, so I rolled up in bed and went to sleep for a while. Woke up and talked to
birkwelch briefly, having this ridiculous conversation about having the ability to fart roses (I always seem to have those sorts of conversations with him for some reason) and why the long stems and the thorns would make this a distinctly painful ability.
going to work on mix CDs now. Maybe.
My throat isn't sore exactly. But it does feel weirdly sandpapery way down in the windpipe. And I can't laugh without exploding into consumptive sounding coughing.
This, compounded by bad mood, isn't the most pleasant thing in the world.
Other than the odd suspiciously bronchial goodness, today was fairly good. Spent much of it with
On the way home, perhaps inspired by the trip to Silverscape,
felt kinda like death this evening and sad, so I rolled up in bed and went to sleep for a while. Woke up and talked to
going to work on mix CDs now. Maybe.
Strollers
Date: 2004-01-19 03:44 am (UTC)