Andee from the internet.

The ultimate of laziness is really having to pee, but also really not feeling like getting up and going all the way downstairs to the bathroom.

...yes I went. Shush. It was just a momentary mental whine of but... I have to get up?

I had a brief visit to the office today in order to print sunny's invitation envelopes, but as a reward for actually doing that I also spent a little time tweaking a pet project... I've been writing on and off a php script that generates patterns from png files for a while. I intended to use it for a quilting project, but since it seems like I'm going to take up beadwork again I discovered it's quite a bit more useful for that. (It would probably work for counted cross stitch too, come to think of it.) Anyway, I spent a little time doing some preliminary planning for a project I want to start once I have monies for supplies. If it works out well, it will be a very surprise present for someone, and will lay to groundwork for bigger and better things.

Said preliminaries also necessitated a trip to Beader's Paradise... Words really cannot express how much I love this store and how happy I am that it's still around, albeit in its third location since it opened. But the trip turned out to be especially excellent, as one of the ladies there remembered me and my witch tapestry and noted that the work was phenomenal. (Noooo, I don't like compliments at all, ever.) Anyway, I showed her my current project planning and as a result got to spend a blissful half hour painstakingly matching the eight colors in the current project to the sample card of bead colors. Ahh, Miyuki beads, om nom nom. The only bad thing is that supplies are going to be murder price wise. Gonna have to wait until at least payday to order what I need, and that's just for 8 colors... one of the next things I want to do has at least twice that! yeeeowch.

Ah well. As far as hobbies go, it's less expensive than crack. Yes, that was a joke.

In other news, it's bloody too hot. I know, it's only going to get worse, so I'd best not complain yet, but ugh. At least I know that I will probably be guaranteed privacy up here in my third floor belfry, cause it's almost too bloody hot up here for me, let alone for visitors!

There is Saturday Night Main Event in 20 min. Squee.